Don’t Make Me Come to Vegas Tori Amos

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus]
And the jacaranda tree, she's 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

[Post-Chorus]
Slip through your hand (Slip through your hand)
Again and again (Again)