Billie Holiday & Her Orchestra - 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 Billie Holiday & Her Orchestra?
I'd wait for you
I'd slave for you I'd be a beggar or a knave for you 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. 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'd lie for you I'd sigh for you I'd tear the stars down from the sky for you If that isn't love, it will have to 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 baby Come what may My heart is yours What more can I say? I'd lie for you I'd cry for you I'd lay my body down and die tor you If that isn't love, it will have to do Until the real thing comes along |
Who Wrote Until the Real Thing Comes Along By Billie Holiday & Her Orchestra?
Alberta Nichols, L.e. Freeman, Mann Holiner, Sammy Cahn, Saul Chaplin
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What's The Duration Of The Until the Real Thing Comes Along By Billie Holiday & Her Orchestra?The duration of Until the Real Thing Comes Along is 3:10 minutes and seconds. |
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