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 [?]