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 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 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 hmmm