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The Real Thing lyrics

Performer Terry Simpkin

The Real Thing song lyrics by Terry Simpkin official

The Real Thing is a song in English

Just the touch of your fingertips
Is it the real thing
Just the taste of your sweet lips
Is it the real thing

Just to know you're here tonight
Is it the real thing
I can't even close my eyes
Is it the real thing

Is it the real thing
The fishing boats gather out on Parrot Bay at night
They're looking forward to their date
From where I sit, I can see those city lights

If the fog doesn't get in my way
Fireworks light up the night
Is it the real thing
Dinner for two by candlelight

Is it the real thing
Who has the power to make this right
Is it the real thing
Where is the vision to see the light

Is it the real thing
Is it the real thing
My satellite travels round the world at night
It rises high above the fray

While in my dreams, I can feel those dizzy heights
From my room in which I lay
Just the touch of your fingertips
Is it the real thing

Just the taste of your sweet lips
Is it the real thing
Just to know you're here tonight
Is it the real thing

I can't even close my eyes
Is it the real thing
Is it the real thing
The fishing boats gathered out on Parrot Bay tonight

The water's warm this time of year
From where I sit, well I can see those city lights
Maybe I'll get away this year
Is it the real thing

Is it the real thing
Is it the real thing
Is it the real thing
Is it the real thing
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Writer: Terrance Simpkin
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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