(Song performed by Amy Speace in the album Songs for Bright Street)
I don't like men who tell me how to talk and how to dress
I don't like girls who gossip when their own life is a mess
I don't like winter in New York 'cause I don't like too much wind
I like the way you feel against me naked on my skin
I'll tell you what I think and I won't sugarcoat it baby, 'cause
I am the real thing
I am too young to know better but I'm too d*** old to care
With enough tequila I could take up any dare
I'm as aloof as November and but I'm mean like July
But I can purr like a little kitten if you scratch me on my side
I like the way I look although I am not model thin
I am the real thing
Do I make you blush, do I talk too loud
Do I drink too much, do I act too proud?
Well take me as I am or take another now
'Cause I'm not gonna change for nobody, no how
I am not a good reformer, I found a twisted satisfaction
When I went back to confession just to see the priests' reaction
After quite a pause he asked me if I was contrite
Then he gave me 25 Hail Marys to say each night
I asked him, am I free to go repeat all my sins
I am the real thing
Do I make you blush, do I talk too loud
Do I drink too much, do I wear you out?
Well take me as I am
Or take me right here, right now, on the ground, with a little James Brown
You can look to the princess in her high glass tower
Or join us witches we keep very late hours
We are the real thing
We are the real thing
We are the real thing
I don't like men who tell me how to talk and how to dress
I don't like girls who gossip when their own life is a mess
I don't like winter in New York 'cause I don't like too much wind
I like the way you feel against me naked on my skin
I'll tell you what I think and I won't sugarcoat it baby, 'cause
I am the real thing
I am too young to know better but I'm too d*** old to care
With enough tequila I could take up any dare
I'm as aloof as November and but I'm mean like July
But I can purr like a little kitten if you scratch me on my side
I like the way I look although I am not model thin
I am the real thing
Do I make you blush, do I talk too loud
Do I drink too much, do I act too proud?
Well take me as I am or take another now
'Cause I'm not gonna change for nobody, no how
I am not a good reformer, I found a twisted satisfaction
When I went back to confession just to see the priests' reaction
After quite a pause he asked me if I was contrite
Then he gave me 25 Hail Marys to say each night
I asked him, am I free to go repeat all my sins
I am the real thing
Do I make you blush, do I talk too loud
Do I drink too much, do I wear you out?
Well take me as I am
Or take me right here, right now, on the ground, with a little James Brown
You can look to the princess in her high glass tower
Or join us witches we keep very late hours
We are the real thing
We are the real thing
We are the real thing