Until The Real Thing Comes Along

I'd work for you, I'd slave for you, I'd be a beggar or a knave for you; And 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 its worth for you; If that isn't love, it will have to do, until the real thing comes along Bridge one: With all the words, dear, at my command I just can't make you understand I'll always love you, darling, come what may, my heart is yours, what more can I say? I would cry for you, even sigh for you, 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. I would walk on burning coals for you, I would drive the Chrysler, leave the Rolls for you If that isn't love, it'll have to do, until the real thing comes along. I would try to hit high for you, I'd even punch out Mister T for you, If that isn't love, it'll have to do, uUntil the real thing comes along. Bridge two: There's not a thing that you can't ask of me go on, demand any task from me You want the moon for a lavalier, all you've 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 ain't love, if that ain't love, it'll have to do Until the real thing comes along. Also recorded by Frank Sinatra