Tori Amos - Don't Make Me Come To Vegas Lyrics
Dont make me come to vegasDont make me pull youOut of his bedI am vigilantThat it will not be youOn the menu hes servingUp for his friendsDont make me come to vegasDont make me pull himOut of your headAthena will attestThat it could be doneAnd it has been doneAnd I think that I am up to itAnd the jacaranda treeShes telling me ofThe trouble youre inJust by the wayShe bendsRemember dancingAnd wonderingAs you were swayingWhat kind of woman youd beWhat will be will beOver my dead bodySlip through your hand again and againSlip through your hand again and againMy old flame was a jesterAnd a jokerAnd as dealer of men,They called him the princePrince of black jacksAnd of womenAnd of anythingThats slipped into his handsAnd the ranches and the mustangsAnd the way you saidYou can have all this,Except for me--you seeLady luck is my mistressAnd youll have to playSecond to her wishAnd the jacaranda treeIs telling meIts not over yet,Just by the way she bendsIf you come breezin throughYou said Ill know that its youBy the taste on my lips,Bet on the deserts kissI could slip through your netOver my dead bodySlip through your hand again and againSlip through your hand again and againDont make me come to vegasDont make me come to vegasDont make me come to vegas
