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I'd work for you, I'd even slave for you
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I'd be a beggar or a knave for you (whatever that is)
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And if that isn't love, it'll have to do
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Until the real thing comes along
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I'd gladly move the earth for you
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To prove my love, dear, and its worth for you
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If that isn't love, it will have to do (gotta do)
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Until the real thing comes along
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With all the words, dear, at my command
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I just can't make you understand
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I'll always love you, darling, come what may
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My heart is yours, what more can I say?
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(You want me to rob a bank? Well I won't do it)
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I'd sigh for you, yes, I'd even cry for you, yes
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I'd tear the stars down from the skies for you
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If that isn't love, well skip it, it'll have to do
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Until the real thing comes along
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Listen baby
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I'd even sigh for you, I'm 'bout ready to cry for you
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I'd tear the stars down from the skies for you
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If that isn't love, it'll have to do, baby, yes
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Until the real thing comes along
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(Here's the real thing, baby)
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Until The Real Thing Comes Along
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| Fats Waller |
