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Beck - I'm waiting for the man lyrics

I'm waiting for the man lyrics

I'm waiting for my man..
Got twenty six dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington, 125
Feeling sick and dirty, more dead than alive...
I'm waiting for my man...

Up to a Brownstone, up three flights of stairs..
Everybody's pinned you, but nobody cares...
Pardon me sir, it's the furthest from my mind
I'm just waitin' for a dear, dear friend of mine...
I'm waiting for my man..

Waiting, waiting for my man..
Waiting, waiting for my man..
Waiting, 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 you always gotta wait..
I'm waiting for my man..

Hey baby, don't you holler, don't you bawl and shout..
I'm feeling good, I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good, I'm feeling so fine..
Until tomorrow, but that's just another time..
I'm waiting for my man..

Waiting..
I'm waiting for my man
Waiting..
I'm waiting for my man
Waiting..
I'm waiting for my man
Waiting, waiting for my man
Waiting..
I'm waiting for my man
Waiting, waiting for my man
Waiting..
I'm waiting for my man
Waiting..
I'm waiting for my man
Waiting..
I'm waiting for my man
Waiting..
I'm waiting for my man
Waiting..
I'm waiting for my man....

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