I met a girl in las vegas
Her eyes were brown just like yours
Just like the one that came before you
And just the one that came after her
I met a girl in las vegas
She offered me a few lines of blow
Part of me left with her to take em
And the other said Ive got to go
Part of me is still with her in vegas
Getting too high to know my name
On the couch in room 666 at the springhill
Drinking sweetened tea
Deep in cheap cocaine
When I got back it all got complicated
Just like when I came back home from LA
If I knew what Id find out after Vegas
I couldn't tell you that I
Wouldn't've stayed
I met the devil in las vegas
She asked me for a cigarette
She took my hand and looked me dead in the eyes and said
Oh honey you
You know I'm your best bet
You know I'm your best friend
You know I'm your best friend
You know I'm
You know I'm
You know I'm
You know I'm
You know I'm your best friend