Checkmate honey
Beat you at your 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
Heads I win, tails you lose
To the, nevermind
Nowhere to you Draw The Line
An indian summer
Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet nap winner
And rarely ever left the store
She'd sing and dance all night
And wrung all the right outta me
Pass me the vial, and cross your fingers
It don't take time
Nowhere to Draw The Line
Hi ho silver
We were singin' all your cowboy songs
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're the salt, you're the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey
You're the only one who's got to choose
Where to Draw The Line
Checkmate, don't be late
Take another pull
That's right
You're Impossible
When you got to be yourself
You're the boss, the toss
Of the dice, the price
Grab yourself a slice
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