Lowell George But you still can't move your feat
And it's cold in the morning
I gave you high steppin' slippers
You say faster so I speed up
So I turn away at the heat
But still I'm much too slow
I feel your innuendo
You got all the answers, least they say you do But when I start to strut my stuff
That ain't what I've been told
You say "hey it ain't time to go"
Guess I better meet you down the road Down the road
You know sometimes I wanna steal away and stare
My dinner in Chicago, oh my breakfast down the line
Until my face it touch the ground
If you don't hear from me girl, I hope you're feelin' fine
'Cause I've been doin' time, hope you're feelin' fine
Call me up, catch a plane But don't think of taking another game
'Cause my regular lady she gets my pocket change Do you want my every thought
Well come over here and try to get me off Won't you please me
Put a little on me
Shake your dignity
On me, on me, on me.
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