Reed
I抦 waiting for my man, 26 dollars in my hand
Up to lexington 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I抦 waiting for my man
Hey, white boy, whatyou doing uptown
Hey, white boy, you chasing our women around?
Oh pardon me sir, it抯 the furthest of my mind
L抦 just lookin for a dear, dear friend of mine
I抦 waiting for my man
Here he comes, he抯 all dressed in black,
Beat up shoes and a big straw hat
He抯 never early, he抯 always late
First thing you learn is thatyou always got to wait
I抦 waiting for my man
Up to brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody� s pinnedyou but nobody cares
He抯 got the works, gives you sweet taste
Oh, then you gotta split
Because he抯 got no time to waste, ah
I抦 waiting for my man
Baby don抰you holler
Darling don 抰you bawl and shout
I抦 feeling good, I抦 gonna work it on out
I抦 feeling good, I抦 feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow, but that抯 just another time
I抦 waiting for my man
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