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 as healer 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 deserts kiss"

I could slip through your net

"Over my dead body" slip through your hand

Don't make me come to vegas

Hmmm