Nickolas Ashford and Valerie Simpson

Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby

Ain't nothing like the real thing

Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby

Ain't nothing like the real thing

I got your picture hanging on my wall

But it can't seem to come to me

When I call your name

I realized it's just a picture in a frame

I read your letters but you're not here

They don't move me, they don't groove me

Like when I hear your sweet voice

Whispering in my ear

I play my games of fantasy

I pretend I don't see reality

I need the shelter of your arms to comfort me

I got some memories you look back on

Though they help me when you're gone

I'm well aware nothing can

Take the place of you being there

No other sound is quite the same as your name

No touch can do half as much

To make me feel better

Let's stay together

I'm so

So glad we got the real thing, baby

So glad we got the real thing

Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby

Ain't nothing like the real thing