14. DAVID BOWIE I'M WAITING FOR THE MANOK LYRICS
Im waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to lexington 1-2-5
So sick and dirty more dead than alive
Im waiting for my man
Hey white boy, what you doin uptown
Hey white boy, you chasin our women around
Oh pardon me sir, it springs to my mind
Im just looking for a good friendly behinde
Im waiting for my man
Here he comes, hes all dressed in black
Real shoes and a big straw hat
Hes never early, hes always late
First thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
Im waiting for my man
Dirty brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Nobodys tried to pinn you but nobody cares
Hes got the works gives you sweet taste
Then you gotta split because hes got no time to waste
Im waiting for my man
Baby dont you holler, honey dont you ball and shout
Im feeling good, I know Im gonna work it on out
Im feeling good, Im feel oh so fine
Until tomorrow but thats just another time
Im waiting for my man.
To welcomeing home
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