| Someday 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 that 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
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| I’ll understand
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| And in a little while
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| He’ll take my hand
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| And though it seems obscure
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| I know it 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
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| 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 run with, with 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
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| 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 run with, with you
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| And so all else above
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| I’m waiting for the man I love |