Testo The Real Thing - Delbert McClinton
Testo della canzone The Real Thing (Delbert McClinton), tratta dall'album Best of Delbert McClinton
I was playing pinball, drinking my last Callone
She was leaning in the doorway, looking like a sure way home
She said, "I like the way you handle that machine
I'm into playing, if you know what I mean
So if you're tired of mediocrity
I bet you I can make you see"
You ain't really had the real thing
'Til I get you into my thing
There ain't nothing left to explain
Once you really have the real thing
You ain't really had the real thing
'Til I get you into my thing
There ain't nothing left to explain
Once you really have the real thing
I read the look on her face, took her off to my place fast
Damn, she wasn't fooling, she could make a good thing last
Up all night until the break of dawn
She was leaving, I was already gone
She whispered, "Call me when you've had some rest"
I closed my eyes and I confessed
I ain't never had the real thing
'Til you got me into your thing
There ain't nothing left to explain
Once you really have the real thing
I ain't never had the real thing
'Til you got me into your thing
There ain't nothing left to explain
Once you really have the real thing
I ain't never had the real thing
'Til you got me into your thing
There ain't nothing left to explain
Once you really have the real thing
I never really had the real thing
'Til you got me into your thing
There ain't nothing left to explain
Once you really have the real thing
I ain't never had the real thing
'Til you got me into your thing
There ain't nothing left to explain
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Writer(s): O. B. Mcclinton
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