When the mellow moon begins to beam,

Every night I dream a little  dream,

And of cause Prince Charmin 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.

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;

 Although it seems absurd,

I know we both won't say a word.

May be I shall meet him Sunday,

May be Monday,

May be not;

Still I'm sure to meet him one day,

May be Tuesday will be my good news day.

He'll built a little home,

Just meant for two,

From which I'll never roam,

Who would, would you?

And so all else a love,

I'm waiting for the man I love.