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