I'm blowing back the kisses i blew to you before, blew to you before.
And i'm tearing up the letters saying i adore, saying i adore you.
And i will wait for the real thing
I will wait for the real thing.
So you, you could wear a dress out, chin would hit the floor, my chin would hit the floor.
And you could flutter those lashes i've been trying to ignore, been trying to ignore you.
And i will wait for the real thing
I will wait for the real thing
You might as well quit if you haven't got it.
Writer(s): Robert Dylan Thomas, Felix White, Hugo White, Shepherd Rupert Alexander J. Jarvis, Orlando Thomas Penhale Weeks
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