THE REAL THING
©Angela Parrish & Nitanee Paris

I want a peach so ripe
I have to eat it over the sink
I love a handmade card
With the signature in ink

I like simple I like pure
No one does that anymore
You can keep the artificial
Had it with the superficial
That’s not what I need

Give me the real thing, the real thing
Give me the real, real, real, real
The real thing

I want to wear my socks
And slide across the floor
I love a faithful dog
Who greets me at the door

I like laughter lines and battle scars
New songs played on old guitars
Friends that overflow my cup
And dancing ’til the sun comes up
That’s just what I need

Give me the real thing, the real thing
Give me the real, real, real, real
The real thing

Broken hearts and coffee stains
Long goodbyes and growing pains
Happy, sad, big or small
Bring it on I’ll take it all

Give me the real thing, the real thing
Give me the real, real, real, real
The real thing