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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 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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Then in a little while, |
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He'll take my hand |
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And though it seems absurd |
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I know we both won't say a word |
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Maybe I shall meet him |
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Sunday, Maybe |
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Monday, maybe not |
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Still I'm sure to meet him one day |
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Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day |
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He'll build a little home, |
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That's meant for two |
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From which |
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I'll never roam, |
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Who would, would you |
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And so all else above |
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I'm dreaming of the man |
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I love |
