Текст песни Billie Holiday - Until The Real Thing Comes Along
Billie Holiday - Until The Real Thing Comes Along слова песни
Sammy kahn / saul chaplin / mann holiner / alberta nichols / l.e. freemanId wait for youId slave for youId be a beggar or a knave for youIf that isnt love, it will have to doUntil the real thing comes alongId gladly moveThe earth for youTo prove my love, dearAnd its worth for youIf that isnt love, it will have to doUntil the real thing comes along.With all the words, dear, at my commandI just cant make you understandIll always love you darlingCome what mayMy heart is yoursWhat more can I say? Id lie for youId sigh for youId tear the stars down from the sky for youIf that isnt love, it will have to doUntil the real thing comes alongWith all the words, dear, at my commandI just cant make you understandIll always love you babyCome what mayMy heart is yoursWhat more can I say? Id lie for youId cry for youId lay my body down and die tor youIf that isnt love, it will have to doUntil the real thing comes along