Lyrics

The Real Thing

I brought the mannequin to the reception.
To my arm she clings.
Rows and rows of imitations, and everybody’s looking for the real thing.

Tonight she wanted to be blonde,
And I wanted to be the king.
Rows and rows of on and ons,
And everybody’s looking for the real thing.

Chorus: Everybody’s looking and nobody knows,
Whose playing who and how far to go,
What to hide and what to show.
Everybody’s looking for the real thing.

I said you should be in a wax museum.
And maybe I can pull some strings.
The bigwigs are here and between’em
Everybody’s looking for the real thing.

I say you’ve got that quality.
That other mannequins cannot bring.
Rows and rows of want-a-bees.
Everybody’s looking for the real thing.

Chorus

I can get you a meeting with the corporation.
A room full of men who own everything.
Rows and rows of imitations.
Everybody’s looking for the real thing.

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