Introdução: Someday he'll come along, the man I love, And he'll be big and strong, the man I love; And when he comes 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. Bridge: 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 I'll never roam who would? Would you? And so all else above, I'm waiting for the man I love.