Aug 06, 2007 17:03
I will be Bonnie and you can be Clyde
Two wild twisters twisting until they collide
And though we'll be living our two lives of crime
They'll be happy ones up 'til we die
People will know us from near and from far
When I curl my hair and hold my cigar
And write my poems for all to see as
You take hairpin turns in the car
They'll show us in movies, they'll write us in books
They'll hire young actors to improve our looks
And though I must say that I think yours are fine
My poor nose points down like a hook
We'll know when we know there can be no trade
You can't be Robin and I'm not the Maid
We'll get what we've got and soon it's the end
In bullets is how we'll be paid.