Текст песни I'm Waiting For The Man - Live - Olympia 1993 - Vanessa Paradis

I'm waiting for my man
Twenty-six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man

Hey, white boy, what you doin' uptown?
Hey, white boy, you're chasin' our women around?
Oh, pardon me sir, it's far from my mind
I'm just looking for a true, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting for my man

Here he comes, he's all dressed in black
Beat up shoes and a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
First thing you learn is that you always have to wait
I'm waiting for my man

Up to Brownstone, up three flights of stairs
Everybody body screens you, but nobody cares
He's got the works, he's sweet taste
Then you gotta split because you got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man

Baby, don't you holler
Darlin', don't you bawl and shout
I'm feeling good you know, I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
I'm waiting for my man

I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man
I'm waiting for my man