wear these shirts my grandpa used to wear And then I'll be happy, I swear
I'll point the gun, you'll You'll be saying: darling our haircuts aside we are just like Bonnie and Clyde
I'll probably feel bad for ot taking the train but you'll say it's In the country and it's raining
We'll kick open a cabin in the forest, You'll put a flashlight under your chin in a scary way and say you're Son of Sam
And I'll slowly pull you out of your Fred Segal and high on the fact that we're illegal we'll make sweet loving sweeter, like we do I'll say: BABY you're a criminal, and you'll say so are you
Don't tell me you weren't thinking exactly the same