Duet with marcella detroit

Written by nickolas ashford and valerie simpson

Available on the album duets



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 to 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




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