Tori Amos - Dont Make Me Come to Vegas текст песни

Dont make me come to vegas

Dont make me pull you

Out of his bed

I am vigilant

That it will not be you

On the menu hes serving

Up for his friends

Dont make me come to vegas

Dont 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

Shes telling me of

The trouble youre in

Just by the way

She bends

Remember dancing

And wondering

As you were swaying

What kind of woman youd 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 dealer of men,

They called him the prince

Prince of black jacks

And of women

And of anything

Thats 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 youll have to play

Second to her wish

And the jacaranda tree

Is telling me

Its not over yet,

Just by the way she bends

if you come breezin through

You said ill know that its 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 again and again

Slip through your hand again and again

Dont make me come to vegas

Dont make me come to vegas

Dont make me come to vegas