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
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