Saturday, January 12, 2013

Sunday Underwear and other signs of longing

When the mellow moon begins to beam,

Ev'ry night I dream a little dream,

And of course Prince Charming is the theme,

The he for me.

Although I realize as well as you 
It is seldom that a dream comes true,

To me it's clear

That he'll appear.

Some day 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

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.

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