Music  -  Lyrics  -  Dean Martin  -  Until the Real Thing Comes Along

I'd work 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 it's 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 seem to make you understand
I'll always love you, darling, come what may
My heart is yours, what more can I say?

I'd sigh for you, I'd cry for you
I'd tear the stars down from the sky for you
And if that isn't love, it will have to do
Until the real thing comes along
Until the real thing comes along