Checkmate, honey, beat you at your own damn game
No dice, honey, I'm living on an astral plane
Feet's on the ground, and your head's going down the drain
Oh, heads I win, tails you lose
To the never mind when to 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 wrong all the right outta me
Oh, pass me the vial and cross your fingers, it don't take time
Nowhere to draw the line
Hi ho, silver, we were singing 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 to 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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