Tori Amos - Don't Make Me Come To Vegas - Текст песни

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 

is 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 again and again 

slip through your hand again and again

my old flame was a jester and a joker 

and as healer of men, they called him the prince 

prince of black jacks and of 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 deserts kiss" 

i could slip through your net 

"over my dead body" slip through your hand 

don't make me come to vegas 

hmmm