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
hold my hand
And
though it seems absurd
I know
we both won't speak a word.
Maybe I
will meet him Sunday, maybe Monday, maybe not.
But I
know I'll 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.
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