Where Is My Man?

Eartha Kitt

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I don't wanna be alon, where is my baby?
I don't wanna be alone, where is my man?
I spend hours by the phone, where is my baby?
I chew my fingers to the bone, where is my man?

I need a man who can take me
Then taunt me and make me
Buy the things that I so richly deserve
A man who knows what I require
Is the things that I desire
Is there anyone out there who has the nerve?

I spend hours by the phone, where is my baby?
I chew my fingers to the bone, where is my man?

Where is my baby? He can't be far
Look for an Ascot, a big cigar
Tell him to find me, send his car to this address
I have to stress, I need him now

I don't wanna be alone, where is my baby?
I don't wanna be alone, where is my man?

The kind of man that I adore's the kind of man that gives me more
Of all the better things in life that aren't free
Such things as summer by the sea
The Hamptons, Malibu
Capri

The kind of man who comes alive
When he comes near Rodeo Drive
Is the kind of man who wins my heart
With style and class
You know, I've tried some other men
The kind with zeros less than ten
But everytime I grab the ring, it's always brass

I don't wanna be alon, where is my baby?
I don't wanna be alone, where is my man?
I spend hours by the phone, where is my baby?
I chew my fingers to the bone, where is my man?
I don't wanna be alone, where is my baby?
I don't wanna be alone, where is my man?
I spend hours by the phone, where is my baby?
I chew my fingers to the bone, where is my man?

Composición: Bruce Vilanch / Fred Zarr / Jacques Morali · ¿Ese no es el compositor? Avísanos.
Enviada por Alex
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