Fats Waller

Until the Real Thing Comes Along
I'd work for you, I'd even slave for youI'd be a beggar or a knave for you (whatever that is)And if that isn't love, it'll have to doUntil the real thing comes alongI'd gladly move the earth for youTo prove my love, dear, and its worth for youIf that isn't love, it will have to do (gotta do)Until the real thing comes alongWith all the words, dear, at my commandI just can't make you understandI'll always love you, darling, come what mayMy heart is yours, what more can I say?(You want me to rob a bank? Well I won't do it)I'd sigh for you, yes, I'd even cry for you, yesI'd tear the stars down from the skies for youIf that isn't love, well skip it, it'll have to doUntil the real thing comes alongListen babyI'd even sigh for you, I'm 'bout ready to cry for youI'd tear the stars down from the skies for youIf that isn't love, it'll have to do, baby, yesUntil the real thing comes along(Here's the real thing, baby) Aus Songtexte Mania