Nadine
I got on a city bus and found a vacant seat,
i thought i saw my future bride walking up the street,
i shouted to the driver hey conductor, you must slow down.
i think i see her please let me off this bus
Nadine, honey is that you?
oh, nadine. honey, is that you?
seems like every time i see you darling you got something else to do
[alternate verse: seems like every time i catch you,
datcha you're up to something new]
I saw her from the corner when she turned and doubled back
and started walkin' toward a coffee colored cadillac
i was pushin' through the crowd to get to where she's at
and i was campaign shouting like a southern diplomat
Downtown searching for her, looking all around.
saw her getting in a yellow cab heading up town.
i caught a loaded taxi, paid up everybody's tab.
with a twenty dollar bill, told him 'catch that yellow cab.'
She move around like a wave of summer breeze,
go, driver, go, go, catch her balmy breeze.
moving thru the traffic like a mounted cavalier.
leaning out the taxi window trying to make her hear.