im waiting for my man, 26 dollars in my hand up to lexington 125 feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive im waiting for my man hey, white boy, whatyou doing uptown hey, white boy, you chasing our women around? oh pardon me sir, its the furthest of my mind lm just lookin for a dear, dear friend of mine im waiting for my man here he comes, hes all dressed in black, beat up shoes and a big straw hat hes never early, hes always late first thing you learn is thatyou always got to wait im waiting for my man up to brownstone, up three flights of stairs everybody s pinnedyou but nobody cares hes got the works, gives you sweet taste oh, then you gotta split because hes got no time to waste, ah im waiting for my man baby dontyou holler darling don tyou bawl and shout im feeling good, im gonna work it on out im feeling good, im feeling oh so fine until tomorrow, but thats just another time im waiting for my man
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