The Real Thing

Give me something real, give me something true
Give me something I can feel, give me some of you
Give me something fresh, give me something born
I can hold you to my chest through the telephone
Through the telephone
And I can’t stand the poor connection
Can’t hold your hand through the screen
I don’t want your reflection
I just want the real thing
The real thing
The real thing
You got something easy, you got something pure
You don’t have to tease me honey, give me some of you
Give it to me straight or take it on the door
Diving through your roses honey, I don’t mind the thorns
I don’t mind the thorns
And I can’t stand the poor connection
Can’t hold your hand through the screen
I don’t want your reflection
I just want the real thing
The real thing
The real thing
The real thing…
The real thing