I'm waitin' for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125, feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waitin' 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 waitin' for my man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
PR shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late, first thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
I'm waitin' for my man
Ah, work it now

Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Lookin' like everybody's 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 waitin' for my man

Baby don't you holler, darlin' don't you bawl and shout
I'm feelin' good, y'know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feelin' good, I'm feelin' so fine, until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waitin' for my man
Walk it home

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