Draw The Line

Checkmate honey Beat'choo at'chor own damn game No dice honey I'm livin' on the astral plane Feet's on the ground And your head's going down the drain Oh heads I win, tails you lose To the never mind When you Draw The Line The Indian summer Carrie was all over the floor She was a wet nap winner And rarely ever left the store She'd sang and dance all night And wronged all the right outta me Oh pass me the vile and cross your fingers It don't take time Nowhere to Draw The Line "High Ho Silver" we were singin' all the cowboy songs Oh you told Carrie And promised her you wouldn't be long Heads I win, tails you lose Lord it's such a crime No dice honey You the salt, you're the queen of the brine Checkmate honey You the only one who's got to choose Where they Draw The Line Checkmate Don't be late Take another pull That's right Impossible... ... when you got to be yourself Your the boss of the toss The dice... the price Write yourself a song... and... draw the line Ooo- line (Repeat)