Suntanned, windblown Honeymooners at last alone Feeling far above par Oh, how lucky we are While I give to you and you give to me True love, true love
If love is real why can't you take love And lock love away in some safe place Where you won't lose love and keep love Each day untouched, so warm and
I stand here, a black man I have no history I was brought up in East Chicago And I grew up on the streets The chains around the playground Were the chains
Can you see the real me...can ya...can ya... I went back to the doctor To get another shrink I sit and tell him 'bout my weekend But he never betrays
Oh, the glory of true love Is a wild and precious thing It don't grow on old magnolias Or only blossom in the spring No, the glory of true love Is it
I stand here a black man I have no history I was brought up in East Chicago And I grew up on the streets The chains around the playground were the chains
Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby Ain't nothing like the real thing Ain't nothing like the real thing, baby Ain't nothing like the real thing I
As I travel down the road and search the empty sky Waiting for the moment when my eyes will see Many are the memories, the mysteries of time How they
I'm a real man, I got a real guitar I'm a real man, don't even know where the boys are I don't want to frighten you little girl, you're so sweet and nice
If love is real Why can't you take love and lock love away In some safe place Where you won't lose love and keep love Each day untouched so warm and near
I'm a real man, I got a real guitar I'm a real man, don't even know where the boys are I don't want to frighten you little girl, you're so sweet and
Translation: John Dahlback. Nothing Is For Real.
Translation: John Denver. True Love Takes Time.
Translation: John, Elton. Ain't Nothing Like The Real Thing.
