In the backroom of the Elmaco casino
Under the palm trees of Doris Day
You and I and a pair of c-notes
Soft candy bedding, hard date
Not quite how you laid it out for me
When we split out that night, that night
Comin' down to the sunset marquee
Before you left to deal the fine
Is this how you've pictured me?
Is this how you thought it would be?
You got right with the usual problem
That got right between you and me
I told you the girl would be trouble
Since she was going to break us
Leaving stars in the pearls that would crumble
Diamonds are not the most fake pearls
Diamonds are not the most fake pearls