Don't be bitching, honey 'Cause you're holding all the money And now we're outlaws, running scared And I don't think it's funny Keep your foot on the gas now, baby Don't you let 'em in 'Cos we're just thieves and I don't need To be back on that chain again Don't you be complaining 'Cause you're gonna do my brain in We just trying to cop a feel And I think the cops are gaining Get that petal to the metal, baby Don't you let 'em win 'Cause we're just thieves and I don't need To be back on that chain again Don't shoot me down I ain't no violent man Don't put a .45 in my hand I ain't gonna do no time I know I've been a fool But don't you send me down I don't want to spend my life locked up Without no women around Now we're back on the street In love with every whore I meet 'Cause money walks and money talks And I can hardly keep my feet Keep looking over your shoulder, baby In case they zero in 'Cause we're just thieves and I don't need To be back on that chain again Police don't shoot me down I don't want to die in the dust I can't make the scene where I die like a dog With the crowd looking on in disgust We're just kids with guns American as apple pie So don't you put that hurt on me I ain't gonna do no time We were just running scared Everybody but us knew the game We never had no reason to kill But those people are dead just the same © NOTTING HILL MUSIC INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com