Besedila: Nick Black. Something Real.

I must be some kind of monster, baby...
I want it all and it's now or never
I'm holding out for the real thing, baby...
Or did you mean it when you said forever?

(CHORUS:)
It's just a little bit, I'm getting sick of it
You never let me feel...
It's just a little bit, I'm getting sick of it
I wanted something real...
Just give me something real

Just give me something real

I never knew I could want to, maybe...
I never thought that I could give you reason
I'm waiting here for the real thing, baby...
You know I need it and it's now or never

(CHORUS)

(BRIDGE:)
Don't know if I can take this
I don't know if I hate this
Don't know if I can fake this
You know you made me hate this

(CHORUS)

I'm getting sick of it...
Just give me something real
It's just a little bit...
Just give me something real
I'm getting sick of it...
Just give me something real