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Some day he'll come along, |
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The man I love |
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And he'll be big and strong, |
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The man I love |
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And when he comes my way, |
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I'll do my best to make him stay. |
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He'll look at me and smile, I'll understand, |
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And in a little while he'll take my hand |
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And, though it seem absurd, |
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I know we both won't say, we won't say a word. |
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Maybe I shall meet him Sunday, |
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Maybe Monday maybe not. |
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Still I'm sure to meet him one day, |
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Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day... |
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We'll build a little home just meant for two, |
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From which I'll never roam, |
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Who would, would you? |
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And so all else above |
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I'm waiting for the man I love. |
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Maybe I shall meet him on Sunday, |
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Maybe Monday maybe not... |
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Still I'm sure to meet him one day, |
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Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day. |
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We'll build a little home just meant for two, |
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From which I'll never, ever roam, |
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Who would, would you? |
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And so all else above I'm waiting for... |
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The man... |
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I... |
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Love! |
