The Kinleys - The Real Thing lyrics

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 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 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 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