Some day he'll come along, The man I love And he'll be big and strong, The man I love And when he comes my way, I'll do my best to make him stay.
He'll look at me and smile, I'll understand, And in a little while he'll take my hand And, though it seem absurd, I know we both won't say, we won't say a word.
Maybe I shall meet him sunday, Maybe monday maybe not. Still I'm sure to meet him one day, Maybe tuesday will be my good news day...
We'll build a little home just meant for two, From which I'll never roam, Who would, would you? And so all else above I'm waiting for the man I love.
Maybe I shall meet him on sunday, Maybe monday maybe not...
Still I'm sure to meet him one day, Maybe tuesday will be my good news day.
We'll build a little home just meant for two, From which I'll never, ever roam, Who would, would you? And so all else above I'm waiting for... The man... I... Love!
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