The Four Tops - Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing Lyrics
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Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing
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What Are The Lyrics For Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing By The Four Tops?
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 |
Who Wrote Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing By The Four Tops?
Nickolas Ashford, Valerie Simpson
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What's The Duration Of The Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing By The Four Tops?The duration of Ain't Nothing Like the Real Thing is 2:39 minutes and seconds. |
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