don't make me come to Vegas

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 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
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 Slip through your hand (slip through your hand) again and again (again)
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 My old flame was a jester and a joker
 And a dealer of men, they called him the prince
 A 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 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"
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 Slip through your hand (slip through your hand) again and again (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