Down the Road

I gave you high steppin' slippers But you still can't move your feat And it's cold in the morning So i turn away at the heat You say faster so i speed up 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 You say "hey it ain't time to go" That ain't what i've been told Guess i better meet you down the road Down the road You know sometimes i wanna steal away and stare Until my face it touch the ground My dinner in chicago, oh my breakfast down the line 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 Shake your dignity Put a little on me On me, on me, on me