or
Ella Fitzgerald

Don't you know I'd work for you, I'd slave for you
Be a beggar or a knave for you?
If that isn't love, it will have to do
Until the real thing comes along

Gladly move the earth for you
Prove my love, dear, and it's worth it for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along

With all the words, dear, at my command
I just can't make you understand
I'll always love you, baby, come what may
My heart is yours--what more can I say?

I would cry for you, even sigh for you
Tear those stars down from the sky for you
If that isn't love, it'll have to do
Until the real thing comes along

Walk on burning coals for you
I would drive the Chrysler, leave the Rolls for you
If that ain't love, it will have to do
Until the real thing comes along

I would try to hit high C for you
I'd even punch out Mr. T for you
If that ain't love, it will have to do
Until the real thing comes along

There's not a thing that you can't ask of me
Go on, demand any task of me
If you want the moon or a lavaliere
All you got to do is nibble on my ear

I would rob, steal, beg, borrow, and lie for you
Lay my little body down and die for you
(If that ain't love, if that isn't love)
If that ain't love, it will have to do
Until the real thing comes along

Written by CHAPLIN, SAUL / FREEMAN, L.E. / HOLINER, MANN / NICHOLS, ALBERTA / CAHN, SAMMY
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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