I'm, I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars are, in my hand
Walked up to Lexington, 125
Feeling more dead, more dead than alive
Im waiting for my man
Hey white boy, what you doing up town
Hey white boy, chasing our women around
Don't call me sir cos it's the bad from my mind
Until tomorrow but's that just another time
Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
Siletto shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
The first thing you learn is that you always gotta wait
Dirty old building, three flights of stairs
No one stops you 'cos nobody cares
He's gives you words he gives you taste
Then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
Don't you holler, don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good I'm gonna work it all out
I'm feel so good I'm feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow but that's just another time