Better Slow Down

(album: Attitude - 1993)

Ain't no time to fool around
Man I gotta hit this town tonight, I feel alright
I've been standing in one place too long
Listening to that same old song
And you know, baby I gotta go, yeah

Bright lights, coming up real fast
All night, I gotta make this moment last
Headlights, pulling up beside me
A man pulled me over, gets out of his car
And he said, you better slow down

Busy pumping of the feet
Bodies moving in the heat all night, and that's alright
I'm looking at the way she moves
Cooking up and turning grooves
As she does, could this be love

Bright lights, she's coming up real close
All night, I gotta make the most of it
So nice, she's rubbing up beside me
Then she pulls back a little, looks to me in the eye
To say, you better slow down

Drinking wine and moving fast
I don't know if I'm gonna last the night, and that ain't right
The guy who stopped me's puffing smoke
Asked me if I want a toke
Hey what's this baby, you know that ain't right

Bright lights, spinning all around
All night, I'm going up and down
So I, stop right here, ain't bothering me
Better split before I'm history, huh

Alright, the man keeps coming, the lights keep spinning
All night, it's time I head for home
Alright, I gotta turn and get away from here, cause the
Bright lights, you know they just don't work for me
I gotta split from here before I'm history