I`m waiting for the man — текст песни (Vanessa Paradis)

I`m waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington 1-2-5
Feeling sick and dirty more dead than alive
I`m waiting for my man

Hey white boy, what you doin` uptown
Hey white boy, you chasin` our women around
Oh pardon me sir, it`s furthest from my mind
I`m just lookin` 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

Up to a brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody`s pinned you but nobody cares
He`s got the works gives you sweet taste
Then you gotta split because he`s got no time to waste
I`m waiting for my man

Baby don`t holler, darlin` don`t you ball and shout
I`m feeling good, you know I`m gonna work it on out
I`m feeling good, I`m feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow but that`s just some other time
I`m waiting for my man.