Champagne flutes and Dinner suits that Keep your focus Away from the cheating hands Tell me Does that sexy Gown say what she's Got in store for her man? So we roll the dice See where they may fall Come on, why don't we spin the wheel See whom it may call Give into temptation Win it Maybe lose it all, yeah Who knows where the whims of fate may lead us Chandeliers and Décolletés that Keep your focus Away from the cheating eyes Tell me What's that bow tie On the card guy Tell you 'bout his design So we roll the dice See where they may fall Come on, why don't we spin the wheel See whom it may call Give into another vice See where it might lead Come on, let's just enjoy the spice Life and feel so free Give into temptation

She was a waitress down in New Orleans She had a broken past He worked the oil rigs over in Corpus Out on a weekend pass He sat down at the end of the counter At the little cafe They weren't looking but they found each other Or did love find them, either way Tell me who is dealin' up the hand of fate Is it true, love is always worth the wait And it's never too late It's never too late She lived her whole life in Sault Saint Marie Working at the five and dime He was a drifter headin' out of Toronto Just killin' time Their eyes met and they fell together And in just one night, oh Two people who swore they'd never Fell in love in those harbor lights Tell me who is dealin' up the hand of fate Is it true, love is always worth the wait And it's never too late It's never too late You may call it destiny but there's a rhyme And a reason we can't see When you're down and lonely and about to give up Have a little faith and believe in love Tell me who is dealin' up the hand of fate Is it true, love is always worth the wait Tell me who is dealin' up the hand of fate Is it true, love is always worth the wait Tell me who is dealin' up the hand of fate Is it true, love is always worth the wait

Children with their toys of war, whoa-oh Birthright of death with a fiery breath Funeral of innocence, oh-whoa Painted up in the red and dressed in lead, woah Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, I've done my time, whoa-oh Behold visions of burning skies Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Mothers of barbarians, oh-whoa Were your young so spry When they left to die? Woah Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, I've done my time, whoa-oh Behold visions of burning skies Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Are we prisoners or renegades? Well, I've done my time, whoa-oh Behold visions of burning skies Alas Babylon, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa