Some day [bad word] along,
The man I love
And he'll be big and strong,
The man I love
And when [bad word] 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

I know I shall meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not ;
& still I'm sure I'll meet him some day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day

He'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 waiting for the man I love.

I know I shall meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not ;
But still I'm sure I'll meet him some day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day

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