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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeWaiting For The Man
I'm waiting for my manTwenty-six dollars in my handUp to Lexington 1-2-5So sick and dirty more dead than aliveI'm waiting for my manHey white boy, what you doin' uptownHey white boy, you chasin' our women aroundOh pardon me sir, it springs to my mindI'm just looking for a good friendly behindeI'm waiting for my manHere he comes, he's all dressed in blackReal shoes and a big straw hatHe's never early, he's always lateFirst thing you learn is that you always gotta waitI'm waiting for my manDirty brownstone, up three flights of stairsNobody's tried to pinn you but nobody caresHe's got the works gives you sweet tasteThen you gotta split because he's got no time to wasteI'm waiting for my manBaby don't you holler, honey don't you ball and shoutI'm feeling good, I know I'm gonna work it on outI'm feeling good, I'm feel oh so fineUntil tomorrow but that's just another timeI'm waiting for my man.To welcomeing home
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