Someday [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

Maybe I shall meet him sunday

Maybe monday, maybe not

Still I`m sure to meet him one day

Maybe tuesday will be my good news day

He`ll build a little home, just meant for two

From which we`ll never roam; who would, would you?

And so all else above I`m waiting for the man I love