Bells and whistles
singing symphonies of fortune slots
Sit there long enough, your brain rots
Spend a little dough
Watch your Debt grow
Or maybe not
Dreams can come true
This is the land
Sweltering dessert sand
Heat that fries your mind
Enticing hips to bump & grind
Feelin the pulse from down below
A sexy fortune, a strange bed fellow
Alas vegas
Sweet and sexy
Vegabond mistress, alluring temptress
You have found love
For this simple moment
Once at mccarran, nobody will know it
Its a pact you have
Between you and yourself
Cher and Bette will never tell
What happens here
You know the drill
Just a good ole time,
plethora of thrill
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