(eric silver)

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

Dont 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 thats how it is
Your tender touch baby, your sweet kiss
No imitation darling, thats not my business
Im talking bout the genuine thing
The real thing

Dont 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

I just want the real thing thats how it is
Your tender touch baby, your sweet kiss
No imitation darling, thats not my business
Im talking bout the genuine thing
The real thing

In my arms, in the flesh
A little ole fashioned tenderness
No ruby ring, no taj mahal
I just need you and thats all

I just want the real thing thats how it is
Your tender touch baby, your sweet kiss
No imitation darling, thats not my business
Im talking bout the genuine thing
The real thing