Lyrics to Ain't Nothin' Like the Real Thing by Marvin Gaye

Deciphered lyrics to Marvin Gaye’s Ain’t Nothin’ Like the Real Thing
GROSS
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Ooooh baby
Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby (taunt about numerous “players” in this “Game of Love” all pretending to be “the real Jim Cramer”; also might refer to the fact that they have my entire life called me “real girl” though I did not know it was them at the time)
Ain’t nothing like the real thing, no no
Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain’t nothing like the real thing
 .
Oh honey (“honey” is a taunt frequently used, including in Taylor Swift songs and by the players live talking on the tether while they rape me, notice also in the candy bar pict that there is a Bee in the picture, since Bee is responsible for all of this, and also is Taylor Swift)
I’ve got your picture hangin’ on the wall (every moment of my life has been broadcast since birth to these “players”)
But it can’t see or come to me when I call your name (I never knew they were watching and listening my whole life; I couldn’t see them or hear them and can’t see them even as they attack me because they do it from an adjacent string of time somehow so that I feel it and it is solid and objectively there but I cannot see anything)
I realize it’s just a picture in a frame (I am just a hostage in a room to these assholes, waiting to be “virtually” raped and murdered)
 .
Ooooo, I read your letters you’re not here (taunt about filming me my whole life, they have observed everything I’ve ever said or done; I’m “not there” because I am in an adjacent “string” or “time loop” and these guys can use technology to sort of move in and out of my time loop like it is a screen door)
But they don’t move me
And they don’t groove me like when I hear
Your sweet voice whispering in my ear (the “players” all listening to every sound ever made by me in my entire life, live)
Don’t you know (taunt since of course I don’t know they are listening and have flagged me to be raped by them my entire life, with memories wiped as I go, to culminate in my final year of rape and torture that I DO REMEMBER, followed by my death)
 .
Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain’t nothing like the real thing
I play my game, a fantasy (the “Game of Love” in this simulated earth where I am raped and my whole family is tortured and killed, over and over again in each time loop)
I pretend but I know in reality (“I pretend” refers to the fake Jim Cramer players, collectively referred to as “Pam” pretending to be in love with me. Once I choose a “suitor” then they rape me to death with knives on my “wedding day”)
I need the shelter of your arms to comfort me
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No other sound is quite the same as your name (there is no mistaking my sounds since I am broadcast live straight into the players’ minds for my whole life)
No touch can do half as much to make me feel better (every feeling I have gets broadcast on the tether and so my pain or excitement or whatever – each player feels that – though I never knew they were there until last year)
So let’s stay together
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Oh, I got some memories to look back on (refers to mining my memories as a databank so that “Pam” (the fake Jim Cramers) can engage me in conversations while pretending to be my husband)
Though they help me when you phone (same)
I’m well aware nothing can take the place of your being there(again, I’m “there” and not “here” because I am not in the same time loop with them unless they choose to zip in while attacking me and zip out just as fast; otherwise it looks to outsiders like virtual reality but in fact it is real, hideous and painful, and I have no doubt they can and will kill me doing this “virtual” murder “Game”)
 .
So glad we got the real thing baby
So glad we got the real thing
Oh honey (gross, these guys all call me “honey” – and so does insane Bea/Psyche)
Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
No darling
 .
Ain’t nothing like the real thing
Talk to me (another taunt about them listening to me my whole life)
Ain’t nothing like the real thing, baby
Ain’t nothing like the real thing
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