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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 will 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 dreaming of
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 roam
Who would, would you
And so all else above
I'm dreaming of
The man I love