Even Better Than the Real Thing (‘Baby’ Even Better Than the Real Thing)

I’m sliding
Sliding down the surface of things
Skin diving
Riding on the waves that she brings

Won’t you lay me down
In the silver sound
While the moon is high
There’s no-one around

Now we’re sliding
Sliding down the surface of things
(Yeah)

You’re the real thing
Gimme gimme the real thing
Yeah, you’re the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Child…

You’re a drag star
Send me a song of speed
Your electric guitar
Is a habit I gotta feed

(Check it, check it out)

You’re a high-wire act
An acrobat
Wishing someone
Would take a wave at that

You’re a drag star
I’ll be your spin machine

(Oh yeah, let’s go, c’mon)

You’re the real thing
Gimme gimme the real thing
You’re the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Child…

Ooo, ooo-hoo-hoo…

I want her there
(Oh, we’re coming close to what she called)
(Rock n roll)
(Checking on skin and beaming love)

Take me higher
Take me higher
You take me higher
You take me higher

Take me higher
You take me higher
Take me higher
You take me higher

Even better than the real thing
Yeah, you’re the real thing