I'm waiting for my man Twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington 125, feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive I'm waiting for my man
Hey white boy, what you doing up town? Hey white boy, you chasing our women around? Oh pardon me, I'm just looking for a dear, dear friend of mine I'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black High-heel shoes and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late First thing you learn is that you've always gotta wait I'm waiting for my man
Two brown stones up six 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 got no time to waste I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't you holler, darling don't you ball and shout I'm feeling good and I'm going to work it all out I'm feeling good and I'm feeling so fine Until tomorrow that is just another time I'm waiting for my man I'm waiting for my manTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
