Middleclass

You and me, let's

steal a car, let's

rob a bank, let's

travel far, let's

wear these shirts my grandpa used to wear

And then I'll be happy, I swear

I'll point the gun, you'll

keep the engine running,

I'll be running to you.

You'll be saying: darling our haircuts aside

we are just like Bonnie and Clyde

I'll probably feel bad for

not 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,

I'll be scared like I am

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

You and me, let's

steal a car

But first,

before we go that far:

what's your name?

Oh, don't look so scared

Don't tell me you weren't thinking exactly the same