Some day hell come along,
The man I love
And hell be big and strong,
The man I love
And when he comes my way,
Ill do my best to make him stay.

Hell look at me and smile, Ill understand,
And in a little while hell take my hand
And, though it seem absurd,
I know we both wont say, we wont say a word.

Maybe I shall meet him sunday,
Maybe monday maybe not.
Still Im sure to meet him one day,
Maybe tuesday will be my good news day...

Well build a little home just meant for two,
From which Ill never roam,
Who would, would you?
And so all else above
Im waiting for the man I love.

Maybe I shall meet him on sunday,
Maybe monday maybe not...

Still Im sure to meet him one day,
Maybe tuesday will be my good news day.

Well build a little home just meant for two,
From which Ill never, ever roam,
Who would, would you?
And so all else above Im waiting for...
The man...
I...
Love!