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 man I love.
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 man I love.