don't make me come to vegas (Timo On Tori House Remix)

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

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