Until the Real Thing Comes Along

I'd work for you, slave for you
I'd be a beggar or a knave for you
If that isn't love, it will have to do
Until the real thing comes along

I'd gladly move the earth for you
To prove my love, dear, and it's worth for you
If that isn't love, it will have to do
Until the real thing comes along

With all the words, dear, at my command
I just can't make you understand
I'll always love you, darlin', come what may
My heart is yours, what more can I say?

I'd cry for you, sigh for you
I'd tear the stars down from the sky for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along

Oh, how I'd cry for you
And I tear the stars down from the sky for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along, ooh



Credits
Writer(s): Sammy Cahn, Saul Chaplin, Mann Holiner, Alberta Nichols, L.e. Freeman
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