Until The Real Thing Comes Along

You may not be an angel,
But angels are so few,
So until the real thing comes along,
I'll string along with you.

I'm looking for an angel,
To sing my love song to,
But until the real thing comes along,
I'll sing my song to you.

For every little fault that you have,
Say, I've got three or four,
The human little faults you do have,
Only make me love you more.

You may not be an angel,
But angels are so few,
So until the real thing comes along,
I'll string along with you.



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