Checkmate honey, beat you at your own damn game

No dice honey, I'm livin' on a astral plane

Feet's on the ground, and your head's goin' down the drain

Oh, heads I win, tails you lose, to the never mind

When to draw the line

A Indian summer, Carrie was all over the floor

She was a wet net winner, and rarely ever left the store

She'd sing and dance all night, and wrong all the right outa 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 your 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're the only one who's got ta choose

Where to draw the line

Checkmate, don't be late

Take another pull

That's right impossible

When you got to be yourself

You're the boss of the toss

The dice, the price

Grab yourself a slice

Know where to draw the line