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All those kisses that we stole They're all cast in fire and gold. In a gold no one can weigh, We made out like bandits, babe. And all those Bonnies, all those Clydes, They're amateurs to you and I, And coming home's a prison break We made out like bandits, babe. And all that love, all those mistakes And what else can a poor man make, Do you wonder if there was Any rich folks rich as us? And they say those two won't get far In the backseat of a car But we pulled off the interstate And out like bandits babe. And we pulled off the interstate And made out like bandits, babe. |