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

Ah ah ah oooh ah
Ah ah ah oooh ah
Slip through your hand again and again

My old flame was a jester and a joker
And dealer of men
They called him the prince
A Prince of Black Jacks and 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 desert's kiss
I could slip through your net
Over my dead body

Ah ah ah oooh ah
Ah ah ah oooh ah
Slip through your hand again and again
Ah ah ah oooh ah
Ah ah ah oooh ah
Slip through your hand again and again

Don't make me come to Vegas
Don't make me come to Vegas
Don't make me come to Vegas
Hmmm