Talk to me
And I better not hear a word
Do me, baby
I better not feel it, girl
I still got one bullet left in my nine
Fixin' to do a lovecrime
Lovecrime
Fixin' to do a lovecrime
Murder, murder, murder she wrote
Lovecrimes
Lovecrimes
Murder, murder, murder she wrote
Lovecrimes
Lovecrimes
You write me love letters
With your father's pen
If he knew the freaky, freaky things
That you write with it
Is it really wrong
That I want to be the baby daddy?
Is that a lovecrime, lovecrime?
Tell me it's a lovecrime
Murder, murder, murder she wrote
Lovecrimes, lovecrimes
Murder, murder, murder she wrote
Lovecrimes, lovecrimes
Murder, murder, murder she wrote
Lovecrimes, lovecrimes
In the getaway car
You know I love it when the ride is smooth
If we ever get caught
It'd be a long vacation for two . . .