Vegas Dasha

I've had all my things packed
You said you would come back
It sits there, in my bottom drawer
But August is over, till I get the joker
Is it my turn to deal or you’re folding your cards?

If you put all your chips in the table and call me yours
I’d match every dime that I have

Said I'll buy the gas if you do the driving
Crashing at motels, lining the highway
We could leave now and be there by Friday
Maybe gold is our silver lining
I'm done playing quarters, I want the high stakes
Lose all my money, whatever it takes
I'm all in, we've got doublе aces
I'd bet on you just like this was Vеgas

And now when you kiss me and we would go tipsy
I felt like I finally found home
But summer is over, I cry till October
You said that if I could wait one year, you’d put

All your chips in the table and call me yours
I’d match every dime that I have