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