The man I love

Someday he'll come alone, the man I love
His smile will be a song, the man I love
And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay

I'll look at him and smile,
He'll understand
And in a little while I'll take his hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word

Maybe I will meet him Sunday
Maybe Monday, maybe not
But I'm sure I'll meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day

I'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

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Редактирано от jj на 18.03.02 07:47.