he'll be big and strong

You know how some songs would play in a mini-movie in your head? Especially when you're plugged in securely to your mp3 player (with white-noise cancellation plus black, airtight and shit-ugly rubber bungs) and the song just fills your head.

And when you're half dead on your way to Bedok. At seven in the morning.

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

There's a possibility that it might evoke images of the wistful dame, but at that time, under those circumstances, what I saw:

makeshift storyboard

Someday he'll come along
The man I love

And he'll be big and strong
The man I love

(Muscular Man walking innocently along the street. Emphasis on his twitching biceps.)

And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay

(Psychotic Female puts a sack over him and kidnaps him. Muscular Man struggles but is knocked out by pungent smell of old potatoes.)

[Cut to an abandoned factory. Muscular Man is bound on a chair. Psychotic Female walks into the frame]

He'll look at me and smile
I'll understand

(Shit terrified eyes of Muscular Man. A bead of sweat rolls off his eyebrow. Psychotic Female smiles at him.)

And in a little while
He'll take my hand

(She saws off his arm and cuddles it. *omgwtfbbq*)
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word

(Muscular Man dies of overbleeding. Psychotic Female puts one finger to his lips and one to hers.)

[FADE OUT TO BLACK]

Very literal interpretation.

I'mnotapsycho!I'mmotapsycho!Really!

But it'd make a good creepy MV.