Draw The Line

Checkmate honey

Beat'choo at'chor own damn game

No dice honey

I'm livin' on the 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 you Draw The Line

The Indian summer

Carrie was all over the floor

She was a wet nap winner

And rarely ever left the store

She'd sang and dance all night

And wronged all the right outta me

Oh pass me the vile and cross your fingers

It don't take time

Nowhere to Draw The Line

"High Ho Silver" we were singin' all the 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 the only one who's got to choose

Where they Draw The Line

Checkmate

Don't be late

Take another pull

That's right

Impossible...

... when you got to be yourself

Your the boss of the toss

The dice... the price

Write yourself a song... and... draw the line

Ooo- line

(Repeat)