Till the Real Thing Comes Along

I'd work for you, oh, I'd slave for you
I'd work my body to the grave for you
Now if that isn't love, it'll have to do
'Til the real thing comes along

I would moan for you, woah, I'd groan for you
I'd work my fingers to the bone for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
'Til the real thing comes along

I'm like a ship that's lost at sea
Won't somebody come and save poor me
If you should leave me, I know it would grieve me
If you should leave, I know we both would grieve

I would lie, cry, beg, steal, or borrow for you
Woah, I would even forget about tomorrow for you
Now if that isn't love, it'll have to do
'Til the rеal thing comes along
(Take it now boys!)

Well, I would liе, cry, beg, steal, or borrow for you
Woah, baby, I would even for-forget about tomorrow for you
Woah, if that isn't love, it'll have to do
'Til the real thing comes along
'Til the real thing...
Well, 'til the real thing comes along!