UNTIL THE REAL THING COMES ALONG

Jan Garber



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