Don't Make Me Late

Bring me my shoes
Give me my hat
I've got to look my very beat
In my brand new slacks
Bring my umbrella
In case it starts to rain
I'm going to my baby's house
And straighten out the whole thing

Please hurry driver
Don't make me late
I've got to get to my baby's house
So we can communicate
Oh, hurry driver
Don't make me late
I just can't wait to see
My baby's pretty face

You see she heard a story
That wasn't true
And if she leaves me
I don't know what I'm gonna do
There's always somebody
Willing to break up a good love affair
That is why I don't have any time
I don't have no time to spare

So hurry driver
Don't make me late
I've got to get to my baby's house
So we can communicate
Please hurry driver
Don't make me late
I just can't wait to see
My baby's pretty face

You see oh
Please hurry driver
Please hurry driver

You see I know my so-called friends
Is gonna be there?
He may plan to run his fingers
Through her pretty hair
I know the phone been off the hook
I know she's got everything he likes
Even her pretty looks

Be hurry driver
Don't make me late
I've got to see my baby
So we can communicate
She heard a story
That wasn't true
And if she leave me
I don't know what I'm gonna do
So hurry driver
Don't make me late
I just can't wait see
My baby's pretty face

So hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry
Don't make me late
I've got to see my
I've got to see my baby's face
Don't make me late
I've got to see my baby
So we can talk and communicate.



Credits
Writer(s): George Jackson, Robert Potts
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