La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
Baby, let's run away
They'll never find us in Mexico
There's no time to waste
Things are heatin' up and we got to go
You can hop up on my Harley, bring that bottle of Bacardi, and we'll ride together through the night
I put the pedal to the metal, it's just you, me, and the devil, and they'll never catch us dead or alive
Hush, little baby, don't you cry; every little thing's gonna be alright
I'll be yours, and you'll be mine; we'll ride or die like Bonnie and Clyde
Hush, little baby, don't you cry; every little thing's gonna be alright
I'll be yours, and you'll be mine; we'll ride or die like Bonnie and Clyde
Dangerous
I took a bullet and she kissed it better
We play with loaded guns
Matchin' tattoos underneath our leather
We'll be sippin' margaritas on a beach in Costa Rica 'cause we got away with the perfect crime
We got warrants down in Texas, but they're never gonna catch us, no, they'll never catch us dead or alive, oh
Hush, little baby, don't you cry; every little thing's gonna be alright
I'll be yours, and you'll be mine; we'll ride or die like Bonnie and Clyde
Hush, little baby, don't you cry; every little thing's gonna be alright
I'll be yours, and you'll be mine; we'll ride or die like Bonnie and Clyde
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la, la-la-la-la-la-la
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