REAL

(Newton-Richardson)

 

Itís not the temperamental moonlight

Or the wickedness of wine

Itís not the way she makes me breathe in deep

That makes me feel so fine.

 

Itís not her silhouette in half-light

Itís not her motion or her sway

Itís not the way the lady moves in tight

That makes me feel this way

 

Itís just the way my baby moves in time

To the rhythm of a secret emotion

The way my baby reads the signs of how I feel

 

Itís just the way my baby rocks me right

I ride her wave like a ship on the ocean

The way my baby knows, thatís

How I know itís Real

How I know itís Real

 

Itís not the mystery of midnight

Itís not an accident of time

Itís not the way she takes my feeble words

And she makes them rhyme

 

You canít see it in the daylight

But I can feel it everywhere

Itís as vivid as the blood red rose

She wears in her hair

 

Itís just the way my baby moves in time

To the rhythm of a secret emotion

The way my baby reads the signs of how I feel

 

Itís just the way my baby rocks me right

I ride her wave like a ship on the ocean

The way my baby knows, thatís

How I know itís Real

 

 

 

Itís just the way my baby moves in time

To the rhythm of a secret emotion

The way my baby reads the signs of how I feel

 

Itís just the way my baby rocks me right

Ainít nothiní like it, Iím a ship on the ocean

The way my baby knows, thatís

 

How I know itís Real

How I know itís Real

How I know itís Real

How I know itís Real