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Text: The Supremes. Ain't Nothing Like The Real Thing.

Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing, no no
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing, oh honey

I've got your picture hangin' on the wall
But it can't see or come to me
When I call your name
I realize it's just a picture in a frame

I read your letters when you're not near
But they don't move me
And they don't groove me like when I hear
Your sweet voice whispering in my ear, don't you know

Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing

I play my game, a fantasy
I pretend but I know in reality
I need the shelter
Of your arms to comfort me

No other sound is quite the same as your name
No touch can do half as much
To make me feel better
So let's stay together

I got some memories to look back on
And though they help me when you phone
I'm well aware
Nothing can take the place of your being there

So glad we got the real thing, baby
So glad we got the real thing, oh, Marvin

Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing, talk to me
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothing like the real thing

Supremes (The)
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