Don't Make Me Come to Vegas Songtext
von Tori Amos

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

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
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"

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