Where is My Man? – Eartha Kitt – letras

I don’t wanna be alone – where is my baby?I don’t wanna be alone – where is my man?spend hours by the phone – where is my baby?chew my fingers to the bone – where is my man?I need a man who can take me then tount me and make meBuy the things that I so richly deserve.A man who knows what I requirethe things that I desire -Is there anyone out there who has the nenre?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 Ascota big cigartell him to find meSend 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 moreOf all the better things in life that aren’t free.Such things as summer by the seathe HamptonsMalibuCapri.The kind of manWho comes aliveWhen he comes near Rodeo DriveIs the kind of manWho winds my heartWith style and class.You know I’ve triedSome other menThe kind with zerosLessthantenBut everytime I grabThe ring it’s always brass.I don’t wanna be alone -Where is my baby? . . .I don’t wanna be alone -Where is my baby? . . .