Checkmate, honey; beat you at your damn game
No dice honey, I'm livin' on the astral plane
Feet's on the ground, and your head's goin' down the drain
Oh, heads I win, tails you loose never mind when to
Draw the line
An indian summer, Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet net winner and rately ever left the store
She'd sing and dance all night and wrong all the right out of me
Oh, pass me the vile and cross your fingers; it don't take time
Nowhere to draw the line
Hi-ho Silver, we were singin' all you cow-boys 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, and you're the queen of the brine
Checkmate, honey; you the only one who's got to choose
Where to draw the line