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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Red Wanting Blue
Red Wanting Blue
Performer
Ed Davis
Ed Davis
Drums
Rob MacCabe
Rob MacCabe
Tuba
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott Terry
Scott Terry
Composer
Mark Stepro
Mark Stepro
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jamie Candiloro
Jamie Candiloro
Producer
Dror Mohar
Dror Mohar
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Well, musical says
Luck be a lady tonight
Well, hold on tight to me, doll
'Cause we're about to take a bite
Live nude shows
Going on in my head
Your lipstick glows red
You kiss and blow and I wish I was dead
'Cause you kill me every time
You kill me without even trying
But if you just bet on me, I'll be your surest thing
'Cause, baby, you're my Las Vegas
And I don't know what I'd do without you
Just hope and pray your chips fall my way real soon
Money's not an object to me, and incidentally
I hope you're not into objects, darling
Or for that matter
Money, honey
But if you like dancing
And nickel slot romancing
Well maybe you should give us a chance, then
'Cause if you just say no, I'll probably die alone
'Cause baby you're my Las Vegas
And I don't know what I'd do without you
Just hope and pray your chips fall my way real soon
'Cause baby you're my Las Vegas
And I can't afford to lose
What are the odds that you're going home with me real soon
Vegas, Vegas in the night
Baby, you're my Las Vegas
A queen of hearts and the king of all fools
Ain't enough lights in this town to outshine me and you
'Cause baby you're my Las Vegas
And I can't afford to lose
What are the odds that you're going home with me real soon
Vegas, Vegas in the night
Burning bright, burning bright
The city lights
Las Vegas, quite a sight
Written by: Mark Stepro, Scott Terry
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