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