Someday, he'll come along, the man I love
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And he'll be big and strong, 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 seems absurd,
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I know we both 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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He'll build a little home just meant for two
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From which I'll never roam, 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 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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He'll build a little home just meant for two
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From which I'll never roam, 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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The Man I Love
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| Maureen McGovern |
