Don't make me come to Vegas
Don't make me pull you out of his bed
I am vigilant that it will not be you on the
menu
He's serving up for his friends
Don't make me come to Vegas
Don't make me pull him out of your head
Athena
will attest that it could be done
And it has been done and I think that I am up to it
And the Jacaranda tree is telling me of the
Trouble you're in just by the way
She bends
Remember dancing and
Wondering
as you were swaying
What kind of woman you'd be
"What will be will be"
Over my dead body
Slip through your hand again and again
Slip through your hand again and again
My old flame was a jester and a joker
And a dealer of men,
They called him the prince
Prince of Black Jacks
and
Of women and of anything that slipped into his hands
"And the Ranches and the
Mustangs" and the way you said
"You
can have all this,
Except for me - you see
Lady Luck is my mistress and you'll have to play
Second to her wish"
And the Jacaranda tree is telling me
It's not over yet,
Just by the way She bends
"If you come breezin' through"
You said "I'll know that it's
You by the taste on my lips.
Bet on the desert's kiss"
I could slip through your
net
"Over my dead body"
Slip through your hand again and again
Slip through your hand again and again
Don't make me come to Vegas
Don't make me come to Vegas
Don't make me come to Vegas
Hmmm
