Bandits

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

And we made out like bandits, babe

And all that love, all those mistakes

What else can a poor man make?

And do you wonder if there was

Any rich folks rich as us

They say those two won't get far

In the backseat of a car

But we pulled off the interstate

And made out like bandits, babe

And we pulled off the interstate

And made out like bandits, babe