Tori Amos - Don't make me come to vegas [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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

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

And the Jacaranda tree
Is 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

Slip through your hand
Again and again
Slip through your hand
Again and again

My old flame was a
Jester and a joker
And a dealer of men
They called him
The prince
Prince of Black Jacks and
Of women and of anything
That slipped into his hands

“and the Ranches and the
Mustangs” and the way
You said
“You can have all this
Except for me – you see
Lady Luck is my mistress
And you’ll have to play
Second to her wish”

And the Jacaranda tree
Is telling me
It’s not over yet
Just by the way She bends
“if you come breezin’ through”
You said “I’ll know that it’s
You by the taste on my lips
Bet on the desert’s kiss”
I could slip
Through your net
“over my dead body”

Slip through your hand
Again and again
Slip through your hand
Again and again

Don’t make me come to Vegas
Don’t make me come to Vegas
Don’t make me come to Vegas
Hmmm