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



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




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