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I would work for you, oh I'd slave for you
I'll work my body to the grave for you
Now If that isn't love, it'll all have to do
Until the real thing comes along
I would moan for you, would I groan for you
I'd work my fingers to the bones for you
If that isn't love, it'll all have to do
'Till the real thing comes along

I'm like a ship, that's lost at sea
Want somebody comin' save for me
If you should leave me, I know it would grieve me
If you should leave, I know it would both grieve
I would lie, cry, beg, steal, all borrow for you
Oh I would even forget about tomorrow for you
Now if that isn't love, it'll all have to do
'Till the real thing comes along

I would lie, cry, beg, steal, all borrow for you
Oh baby I would even forget about tomorrow for you
Oh if that isn't love, it'll all have to do
'Till the real thing comes along
'Till the real thing... want you there
Real thing comes along

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