I'm waiting for my man
26 dollars in my hand Up to Lexington 125 Feel sick and dirty more dead than alive I'm waiting for my manHey white boy, what you doing uptown
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
P.R. shoes and and big straw hat He's never early, he's always late First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait I'm waiting for my manUp to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares He's got the works, gives you sweet taste Then you gotta split Because you've got no time to waste, ah I'm waiting for my manBaby, don't you holler
Darling don't you bawl and shout I'm feeling so good I'm gonna work it all out I'm feeling good, I'm feeling oh so fine Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time I'm waiting for my man I'm waiting for my man I'm waiting for my man man-man-man-man-man-man-man