Waiting For My Man - David Bowie, The Spiders From Mars

I’m waiting for my man

Got 26 dollars in my hand

Up to Lexington 125

feelin' sick and dirty

Huh, I’m waiting for my man

Hey white boy, what you doin' uptown

Hey white boy, you chasin' my women around

Pardon me sir, it’s furthest from my mind

I’m just waitin' for a dear-dear friend of mine

I’m waiting for my man, come on 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 and nobody cares

He’s got the works, gives you sweet taste

then you gotta split because you got no time to waste

I’m waiting for my man

Hey baby, don’t you holler, don’t you ball and shout

I’m feeling good, I’m gonna work it on out

I’m feeling good, 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

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