The Man I Love

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 seem absurd,

I know we both won’t say, we 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...

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.

Maybe I shall meet him on sunday,

Maybe monday maybe not...

Still I’m sure to 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, ever roam,

Who would, would you?

And so all else above

I’m waiting for...The man...I...Love!