You could be my Bonnie,
and i could be your Clyde.
we stick together all are our lives
by each other side.
Robbing banks,
and stealing cars,
escaping cops down the boulevard.
We go to jail one month,
escape the next,
and do this all over again
until we need a rest.
So baby come with me
and I'll show you how it is to be
the girl of the number on public enemy
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