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I'm waiting for my man Twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington 125 Feeling 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 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 PR shoes and a big straw hat He's never early, he's always late First thing you learn is that you've always got to wait I'm waiting for my man I'm looking at it, two Brownstones, up three flights of stairs Looks like nobody's pinned you, but nobody cares He's got the works, gives you sweet taste Ah, then you've got to split because you've got no time to waste I'm waiting for my man Baby, don't you holler, darling don't you bawl and shout I'm feeling good, and I'm going to work it all out Letras de cancionesI'm feeling good, I'm feeling so fine Until tomorrow, that's just some other time I'm waiting for my man Walking home From Letras Mania