Checkmate honey, beat you at your own damn game No dice honey, I'm livin' on a astral plane Feet's on the ground, and your head's goin' down the drain Oh, heads I win, tails you lose, to the never mind When to draw the line
A Indian summer, Carrie was all over the floor She was a wet net winner, and rarely ever left the store She'd sing and dance all night, and wrong all the right outa me Oh, pass me the vile and cross your fingers, it don't take time Nowhere to draw the line
Hi ho silver, we were singin' all your cowboy songs Oh, 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 the salt, you're the queen of the brine Checkmate honey, you're the only one who's got ta choose Where to draw the line
Checkmate, don't be late Take another pull That's right impossible When you got to be yourself You're the boss of the toss The dice, the price Grab yourself a slice Know where to draw the line
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