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 doin' uptown? Hey, white boy, you chasin' our women around? - Oh pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind I'm just lookin for a dear, dear friend of mine I'm waiting for my man
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black Beat up shoes and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late First thing you learn is you always gotta wait I'm waiting for my man
Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs Everybodys pinned you, but nobody cares He's got the works, gives you sweet taste Ah then you gotta split because you got no time to waste I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't you holler, darlin' dont you bawl and shout I'm feeling good, you know Im gonna work it on out I'm feeling good, Im feeling oh so fine Until tomorrow, but thats just some other time