Mikey Jay - Las Vegas Boulevard [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
The room reserved, there's a high demand
She told me she just wanna make a grand
Twerk something when I pop a band
Alcohol in her system, barely made a stand
You're bound to believe drunk truth sober
And she's wanting to pull you closer
(Waiting in lingerie, let the lust blow over
Just to wake up, gone and you barely know her
Money left the wallet, keep your composure
Her and a casino con the same in the beholder
Beautiful women and vodka comfort cold shoulders
From Nellis to Decatur, then to Boulder)
A couple clubs with neons and something colder
Liquid anguish in a glass is what I told her
A girl came by moonlight from the Moonlite
Steamy passion and intoxication like a June night
Where the cacti resemble a man's thirst
And the scorpion's pincer isn't what hurts
(What's worse? Seeing this happen with a naked eye?
Or a naked body lathered in that No. 5?
Deception in rare beauty, leading me to take risks
It gets risqué when I think of this)

[Hook]
She drank at the Wynn, I stayed at Paris
We met at the Hilton and hooked up at Harrah's
And now my only thought is how the hell
Did I never once think to get up when I fell
(Oh, baby, you know you can't trust these women
You know you can't trust these women
You know you can't trust these women
Oohh yeah, yeah, yeah, you can't trust these women
You can't trust these women)

[Verse 2]
Harmon and Koval, sunrise, and she's gone
The day was done, the nights were long
Victoria had some secrets to be hidden
Funny how some things seem to be missing
"I never knew gambling on flings go bad"
And I remain curious, sitting in the back
In the very spot where my dancer arranged plans
Seductive eyes, the credit card resting in her hands
Of a woman I met about five minutes in
It became competition and she had to win
Watching others fall in traps, I stayed alert
Coming on too strong, teasing me with a flirt
I admit, the city has me in eternal envy
Envious of the richer, golden picture like an emmy
I caught a sense of commons, sense of thought
T-H-O-T, maybe I'm only finding a stop

[Verse 3]
Conscious of my temptations, aware of the walls
She gave me her number, now she never calls
For one night, peach body oil leaves sweet sin
But for days on, the experience remains past skin
My phone stays silent, no 702 area codes hit
I wish I thought about the women I was dealing with
I wonder of the men that submit to it all
I could never deal if I went and blew it all

[Hook]
She drank at the Wynn, I stayed at Paris
We met at the Hilton and hooked up at Harrah's
And now my only thought is how the hell
Did I never once think to get up when I fell
(Oh, baby, you know you can't trust these women
You know you can't trust these women
You know you can't trust these women
Oohh yeah, yeah, yeah, you can't trust these women
You can't trust these women)