Until the Real Thing Comes Along Songtext
von Andy Kirk and His Twelve Clouds of Joy

I would work for you, slave for you
Work my body to a grave for you
If that ain't love, it's got to do
Until the real thing comes along
I would moan for you, groan for you
Work my fingers to the bones for you
If that ain't love, it's got to do
Until the real thing comes along
Maybe someday, I'll go far away
I should leave, you know I won't stay
I need you now more than ever, somehow
If you should leave, you know we'd both grieve


I would rob, steal, beg, borrow, and I'd lie for you
Lay my body down and die for you
If that ain't love, it's got to do
Until the real thing comes along
Maybe someday, I'll go far away
I should leave, you know I won't stay
I need you now more than ever, somehow
If you should leave, you know we'd both grieve
I would rob, steal, beg, borrow, and I'd lie for you
Lay my body down and die for you
If that ain't love, it's got to do
Until the real thing comes along