Lyrics Got A Habit - MY BABY

Got A Habit

Of disappearing without a trace
Were he goes nobody knows
But it’s written all over his face
Hope is a funny thing
When you’re livin a life of sin
And the nights you need him most
Are the nights he won’t come in
Waiting, Wondering 2x
Waiting for my baby
Waiting W-w-wondering
Restless situation,
waiting on my man
No I don’t wanna give up this feeling
Wondering if I can
Hope is a funny thing
When you’re livin a life of sin
And the nights you need him most
Are the nights he won’t come in
Waiting, Wondering 2x
Waiting W-w-wondering
Bout my baby
Talking bout my baby
I’m not crying
Wondering
Waiting — bout my baby
Waiting — aaaah bout my baby
Wondering — aaahhhh