Until The Real Thing Comes Along — текст песни (Frank Sinatra)

Writer(s): cahn/chaplin/freeman/holiner





Dont you know Id work for you, Id slave for you

Be a beggar or a knave for you

If that isnt love it will have to do

Until the real thing comes along



Gladly move the earth for you

Prove my love dear, and its worth for you

If that isnt love itll have to do

Until the real thing comes along



With all the words dear at my command

I just cant make you understand

Ill always love you baby - come what may

My heart is yours - what more can I say



I would cry for you, even sigh for you

Tear those stars down from the sky for you

If that isnt love itll have to do

Until the real thing comes along



Walk on burning coals for you

I would drive the chrysler,leave the rolls for you

If that aint love it will have to do

Until the real thing comes along



I would try to hit high "c" for you

Id even punch out mr. t for you

If that aint love it will have to do

Until the real thing comes along



Theres not a thing that you cant ask of me

Go on, demand any task of me

If you want the moon or a lavaliere

All you got to do is nibble on my ear



I would rob, steal, beg, borrow, and lie for you

Lay my little body down and die for you

(if that aint love - if that isnt love)

If that aint love it will have to do

Until the real thing comes along