Tori Amos - Don't Make Me Come to Vegas lyrics
[Tori Amos - Don't Make Me Come to Vegas lyrics]
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
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 body
Slip through your hand Slip through your hand
Again and again Again
My old flame was a Jester and a joker
And a dealer of men
They called him the prince
Prince of Black Jacks and of women
And of anything that 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 breezing 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 Slip through your hand
Again and again
Slip through your hand Slip through your hand
Again and again Again
Don’t make me come to Vegas
Don’t make me come to Vegas
Don’t make me come to Vegas hmm
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
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 body
Slip through your hand Slip through your hand
Again and again Again
My old flame was a Jester and a joker
And a dealer of men
They called him the prince
Prince of Black Jacks and of women
And of anything that 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 breezing 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 Slip through your hand
Again and again
Slip through your hand Slip through your hand
Again and again Again
Don’t make me come to Vegas
Don’t make me come to Vegas
Don’t make me come to Vegas hmm