Text: Dean Martin. Until The Real Thing Comes Along.

I'd work for you, I'd slave for you
I'd be a beggar or knave for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real things comes along

I'd gladly move the earth for you
To prove my love dear and it's worth to you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real things comes along

With all the words dear at my command
I just can't make you understand
I'll always love you darlin', come what may
My heart is yours what more can I say

I'd sigh for you oh I'll cry for you
I'd 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

With all the words dear at my command
I just can't make you understand
I'll always love you darlin', come what may
My heart is yours what more can I say

I'd sigh for you and I'll cry for you
I'd tear the stars down from the sky for you
If that ain't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along
Until the real thing comes along
Until the real thing comes along