Someday 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 seems absurd I know we both 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...
He'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 ma-an I love.
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He'll build a little home just meant for two-oo From which I'll never roam - who-oo wou-uld? Wou-uld you? And so all else above I'm waiting for the man- I- lo-o-ove.