From the revue “Calling All Stars”, 1934 Words by Lew Brown Music by Harry Akst
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Starve a fever, feed a cold
There’s a proverb true and old
You can soothe a toothache
When it starts to smart
There’s a cure for all your ills
Headache, backache, gout and chills
But it’s different when the pain affects your heart
No use running when cupid’s gunning
He’ll get the jump
Then you’ll fall with a thump
After all, hearts are trump
Refrain
So if it’s love, never try to fight it
Better to invite it, if it’s love
If it’s love, all the will they gave you
Isn’t goin’ to save you, if it’s love
You may hurl your defi at the moon in the sky
And each other ally of Mister Cupid
But if it’s love, you’ve not a leg to stand on
Find something soft to land on
If it’s love
Sung by Laurence Rubenstein: