Oxygen = Death

I can't believe the aces up your sleeve,
Are you cheating on those
gentle men from Memphis?
Can you recall some finer
points of the law?
You're just a fancy trial lawyer,
and you're dating Diane Sawyer.

I can't recall Central Park in Fall,
was it raining?
(Cats and dogs, cats and acrobats)
I can't describe your special kind of vibe,
you throw some mighty fine joo-joo,
And you're creating my special own Waterloo.