Better Safe than Sorry

By self admission I'm a little faded off the lemon drop. Thanking God that I made it, but now I'm making the choice to be safe than sorry. Walking sideways through the front door, I need to stop. No cute red dress for show tonight, no meeting you at the club, because my baby is watching me stumble through the door. She is expecting a return home and it wouldn't be cool for her to hear it from a cop, that your mama didn't make it home because of the lemon drop. I've already taken one chance it didn't hurt nobody, but I think I'd rather be safe than sorry, instead of driving drunk to the party. Goodnight!