Testo Until The Real Thing Comes Along - Quincy Jones and His Orchestra
Testo della canzone Until The Real Thing Comes Along (Quincy Jones and His Orchestra), tratta dall'album L.A. Is My Lady
Don't you know I'd work for you, I'd slave for you
Be a beggar or a knave for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along
I'd gladly move the earth for you
Prove my love, dear, and it's worth for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along
With all the words here at my command
I just can't make you understand
I'll 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 isn't love, it'll 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 ain't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along
I would try to hit high C for you
I'd even punch out Mister T for you
If that ain't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along
There's not a thing that you can ask of me
Go on, demand any task of me
You want the moon for a lavalier
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 ain't love
If that isn't love
If that ain't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along
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Writer(s): Sammy Cahn, Mann Holiner, Alberta Nichols, Saul Chaplin, L.e. Freeman
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