Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby,
ain't nothing like the real thing.
Mmmm, ain't nothing like the real thing, baby,
ain't nothing like the real thing.

Oh baby,
Ooo, I've got your picture
hanging on the wall, but it can't see
or come to me when I call your name.
I realize it's just a picture inside a frame.

I read your letters
when you're not near me,
but they don't move me
and they don't groove me
like when I hear your sweet
voice whispering in my ear.
Their saying...
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby,
ain't nothing like the real thing.

I play the game of fantasy,
I pretend I'm not 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 as half as much
to make me feel better,
so let's stay together.

I've got some memories
to look back on,
though they help
when you phone
and I'm well aware
nothing can take your place,
of being there.

So baby.
So glad we got the real thing, baby,
so glad we got the real thing.
So glad we got the real thing, baby,
oh, so glad we got the real thing.
So glad we got the real thing, baby,
so glad we got the real thing.