Lirieke:
Ware Jakob

Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby Ain't nothing like the real thing, no, no Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby Ain't nothing like the real

You're damn right, I've got the blues From my head down to my shoes You're damn right, I've got the blues From my head down to my shoes I can't win 'cause

Got my nose open baby You got my nose open baby Ahh huh You got my nose open woman But, I got my eyes on you You got me weepin' and moanin' Got me weepin

Well now, oh wee, baby, woman I declare you sure look fine Oh, woh wee, baby, honey you sure look fine Well, if there's a girl like you Has made many

I just talked to my baby, on the telephone She said, "Stop what you're doing and come on home I can't hold out, I can't hold out too long I get a real

It's a midsummer night hour And I'm thinking about you, babe, wanting you I wish you could catch a jet plane I know you would if only you could But finances

It is 4 a.m. And I'm waitin' in our bed alone Dreamin' of your embrace Wishing you would come back home But you don't call and you don't come And you

If I could give you the world on a silver platter Would it even matter? You'd still be mad at me If I could find in all this a dozen roses Which I would

Yo, I'm trippin' right? I heard you got married You got married, that don't really make any It don't really make any sense, I mean it's not like I I didn