im waiting for my man

Im waiting for my manTwenty-six dollars in my handUp to lexington, 125Feel sick and dirty, more dead than aliveIm waiting for my manHey, white boy, what you doin uptown? Hey, white boy, you chasin our women around? Oh pardon me sir, its the furthest from my mindIm just lookin for a dear, dear friend of mineIm waiting for my manHere he comes, hes all dressed in blackPr shoes and a big straw hatHes never early, hes always lateFirst thing you learn is you always gotta waitIm waiting for my manUp to a brownstone, up three flights of stairsEverybodys pinned you, but nobody caresHes got the works, gives you sweet tasteAh then you gotta split because you got no time to wasteIm waiting for my manBaby dont you holler, darlin dont you bawl and shoutIm feeling good, you know Im gonna work it on outIm feeling good, Im feeling oh so fineUntil tomorrow, but thats just some other timeIm waiting for my man