Andy Kirk & His Clouds of Joy - Until the Real Thing Comes Along Lyrics
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Until the Real Thing Comes Along
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What Are The Lyrics For Until the Real Thing Comes Along By Andy Kirk & His Clouds of Joy?
I'd work for you, I'd even slave for you
I'd be a beggar or a knave for you (Whatever that is) And if that isn't love, it'll 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 (Gotta 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, darling, come what may My 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, yes I'd tear the stars down from the skies for you If that isn't love, well skip it, it'll have to do Until the real thing comes along Listen baby I'd even sigh for you, I'm 'bout ready to cry for you I'd tear the stars down from the skies for you If that isn't love, it'll have to do, baby, yes Until the real thing comes along (Here's the real thing, baby) |
Who Wrote Until the Real Thing Comes Along By Andy Kirk & His Clouds of Joy?
Gerald Marks, Seymour Simons
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What's The Duration Of The Until the Real Thing Comes Along By Andy Kirk & His Clouds of Joy?The duration of Until the Real Thing Comes Along is 3:04 minutes and seconds. |
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