When I met you on the strip in Vegas With a Jim Beam in your hand I got the distinct impression You were a laid back ladies man After further investigation Things just aren't what they seem You've been doing some rearranging Trying to get real close to me Chorus: Let me give you this word of warning Baby whatever you do Don't put yourself out for me Cause I'm not that in to you You should've seen all the signals I never gave you a single sign I'm not the kind of girl for flowers Candy or cheap red wine Should've never given you my number Cause I really don't want you to call And I don't wan to meet your mother Or none of your family at all Repeat chorus Remember what happens in Vegas Ought to stay there in that town So I guess I turned the tables What goes around comes around Repeat chorus