Outlaws
Holding hands up
In the sweetest surrender
My arms are the shackles
That bind us together
In the sweetest surrender
My arms are the shackles
That bind us together
There is no safe
In the bank of our bodies
We become outlaws
Like Bonnie and Clyde
In the bank of our bodies
We become outlaws
Like Bonnie and Clyde
Stealing each moment
We plan our attack
I’ve got you covered
And you’ve got my back
We plan our attack
I’ve got you covered
And you’ve got my back
Words: ©2021LCR
Image: ©Caters News Agency
Image: ©Caters News Agency
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