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Fats Waller |
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Miscellaneous |
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Until The Real Thing Comes Along |
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Until The Real Thing Comes Along |
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- words and music by Mann Holiner, Alberta Nichols, Sammy Cahn, |
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Saul Chaplin and L. E. Freeman |
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- as recorded in New York, August 1, 1936, by Fats Waller & his Rhythm |
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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) |
