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 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'd 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'd never roam,
Who would, would you?
And so all else above,
I'm waiting for the man I love.