Lyric The Real Thing

Don t want your picture in a frame on the table
Don t want your notes on the wall
Don t want your voice on the phone machine baby
Don t want your stuff in the hall

Don t want your smell on the pillow next to me
No roses at my front door
No dedication on the radio station
No substitutions no more

CHORUS:
I just want the real thing that s how it is
Your tender touch baby, your sweet kiss
No imitation darling, that s not my business
I m talking bout the genuine thing
The real thing

Don t wanna hear about how much you miss me
And wish you had a little more time
But if you really want to try to convince me
Try with your lips next time

REPEAT CHORUS
In my arms, in the flesh
A little ole fashioned tenderness
No ruby ring, no Taj Mahal
I just need you and that s all

REPEAT CHORUS