Las Vegas Boulevard

[Verse 1] The room reserved, there's a high demand She told me she just wanna make a grand Twerk something when I pop a band Alcohol in her system, barely made a stand You're bound to believe drunk truth sober And she's wanting to pull you closer (Waiting in lingerie, let the lust blow over Just to wake up, gone and you barely know her Money left the wallet, keep your composure Her and a casino con the same in the beholder Beautiful women and vodka comfort cold shoulders From Nellis to Decatur, then to Boulder) A couple clubs with neons and something colder Liquid anguish in a glass is what I told her A girl came by moonlight from the Moonlite Steamy passion and intoxication like a June night Where the cacti resemble a man's thirst And the scorpion's pincer isn't what hurts (What's worse? Seeing this happen with a naked eye? Or a naked body lathered in that No. 5? Deception in rare beauty, leading me to take risks It gets risqué when I think of this) [Hook] She drank at the Wynn, I stayed at Paris We met at the Hilton and hooked up at Harrah's And now my only thought is how the hell Did I never once think to get up when I fell (Oh, baby, you know you can't trust these women You know you can't trust these women You know you can't trust these women Oohh yeah, yeah, yeah, you can't trust these women You can't trust these women) [Verse 2] Harmon and Koval, sunrise, and she's gone The day was done, the nights were long Victoria had some secrets to be hidden Funny how some things seem to be missing "I never knew gambling on flings go bad" And I remain curious, sitting in the back In the very spot where my dancer arranged plans Seductive eyes, the credit card resting in her hands Of a woman I met about five minutes in It became competition and she had to win Watching others fall in traps, I stayed alert Coming on too strong, teasing me with a flirt I admit, the city has me in eternal envy Envious of the richer, golden picture like an emmy I caught a sense of commons, sense of thought T-H-O-T, maybe I'm only finding a stop [Verse 3] Conscious of my temptations, aware of the walls She gave me her number, now she never calls For one night, peach body oil leaves sweet sin But for days on, the experience remains past skin My phone stays silent, no 702 area codes hit I wish I thought about the women I was dealing with I wonder of the men that submit to it all I could never deal if I went and blew it all [Hook] She drank at the Wynn, I stayed at Paris We met at the Hilton and hooked up at Harrah's And now my only thought is how the hell Did I never once think to get up when I fell (Oh, baby, you know you can't trust these women You know you can't trust these women You know you can't trust these women Oohh yeah, yeah, yeah, you can't trust these women You can't trust these women)