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