LYRIC FOR SALE

By That Beach Sound Cartel

EEVA FROM LAS VEGAS

[Intro]

Wellllll…

My plane just landed,
man I’m all fired up,
SO fired up…
oh yeah…

Got my little black bag
and my pointy-toe boots,
Hair slicked back,
lookin’ too good to lose…

I’m gonna find
that girl I met,
I met her…
just the other day…

I think I’m fallin’
for Eeva from Las Vegas…

Eeva…
from Las Vegas…

[Verse 2]

I was thinkin’ neon lights,
roulette wheels,
open all night long…

Cocktail waitresses,
free champagne,
and old Sinatra songs…

Little black dresses,
high-heel shoes,
lipstick kisses and midnight booze…

I kept sayin’ to myself,
“Son, you’re ridin’ fast…”
Fallin’ for a girl
from Las Vegas…

Fallin’ for a girl
from Las Vegas…

[Chorus]

Eeva…
from Las Vegas…
Eeva…
from Las Vegas…

Lord have mercy…
Las Vegas…

I think I’m fallin’
for Eeva from Las Vegas…
Eeva…
from Las Vegas…

[Verse 3]

Well I landed west
but somethin’ felt wrong,
No slot machines playin’,
just an old John Denver song…

I asked a cabbie,
“Hey, where’s the Strip?”
He looked at me
like I’d lost my grip…

He said,
“Son, you got seven more hours…”
“You ain’t nowhere close
to those neon towers…”

I said,
“Buddy, this ain’t no joke,
shoot, I’m already nervous…”

He just laughed and said,
“Welcome to New Mexico service…”

[Bridge]

NEW MEXICO?!

She laughed so hard
she nearly cried,
She said,
“Honey… Nevada’s the OTHER side…”

She kissed my cheek
outside a closed Texaco,
Under desert stars
and a rodeo glow…

And suddenly…
I didn’t care no more…

[Final Verse]

Now every time
I tell somebody
she’s from Vegas,
People start thinkin’
bright lights all around us…

But I just smile
and think back slow,
To that desert wind
in Las Vegas, New Mexico…

To a girl named Eeva
laughin’ all night,
Correctin’ this fool
under fluorescent lights…

And I still hear her
soft and low…

“Honey…
wrong Vegas…
you’re in New Mexico…”

[Final Chorus]

Eeva…
from Las Vegas…

Ohhhh Eeva…
from Las Vegas…

New Mex-i-co…
that’s where angels go…

Eeva…
from Las Vegas…

Eeva…
from Las Vegas…