It was way too hot in Vegas.
I needed on emore fare to make my night.
A lady up ahead waved to flag me down.
She got in at the light.

"Oh, where you goin' to, my lady blue?
Are you off to meet a gentleman friend?"
She just shook her head slowly
and said, "Take me to the Desert Inn."

Something about her was familiar.
I could swear I'd seen her face before.
But she said, "I'm sure you're mistaken."
But I know I once knew that whore.

It took a while, but she looked in the mirror
and she glanced at the license for my name.
I could see her lips movin' as she's readin'
and I tell ya, it was such a shame.

And she said, "How are you, Jason?"
I said, "How are you, Brit?
Through the too many miles and the too little smiles
I recall you, ya twit."

It was somewhere in a fairy tale.
An old friend in a Las Vegas bar.
We learned about love that was eighty-six proof.
The lesson went a little too far.

You see, she was gonna be a singer
and I was gonna learn to fly.
She took off most of her clothing.
I took off for the sky.

Oh, I've got somethng inside me
to drive a pop princess blind.
I'm not Justin, I'm not that Limp Bizkit guy
but not much better in mind.

Oh, I've got something inside me
not what that girl's about.
'Cause I was a last-ditch effort to
keep her fame goin' 'til it runs out.

Baby's so drunk that she's falling.
And she's stalling in chapel hall.
I'll tell you why baby's shaking.
'Cause she's faking. Aren't we all?

There was not much more for us to talk about.
Whatever we had once was gone.
So I turned the cab up to the hotel
as came to Nevada's dawn.

And she said, "We must get together."
But I knew that it would be too strange.
Then she hands me thirteen dollars for a twelve-fifty fare.
She said, "Jason, keep the change."

Well, another man might've been angry.
And another man mighty've been mad.
But another never would've let go.
I knew she was really sad.

And she walked off to her new gig.
It's strange how you never know.
But we'd both gotten what we'd asked for
such a long, long time ago.

You see, she was gonna be a singer
and I was gonna to learn to fly.
She took off most of her clothing.
I took off for the sky.

And here, she sings her oldies
for blue hair and balding men.
And me, I'm flying kinda toxic.
Oops! I did... it again.

Hit me bayyyy... by one more.... time again...