Testo I'm Waiting for My Man - Tim Barton
Testo della canzone I'm Waiting for My Man (Tim Barton), tratta dall'album Personal Jesus
I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
He's sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man
Hey, white boy, what you doing uptown?
Hey, white boy, you chasing all women around?
Oh pardon me, sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just looking 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 always gotta wait
I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man
Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody's body pins you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, give you sweet taste
Then you gotta split because you 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, you know I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I feel oh so fine
Until tomorrow but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man
I'm walking home
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Writer(s): Don Grady, Marty Panzer
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