Don't Make Me Come to Vegas

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 friendsDon'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 itAnd the jacaranda tree

She's 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 bodySlip through your hand again and again

Slip through your hand again and againMy old flame was a jester

And a joker

And as dealer of men,

They called him the prince

Prince of black jacks

And of women

And of anything

That's 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 againDon't make me come to vegas

Don't make me come to vegas

Don't make me come to vegas