Bonnie & Clyde Songtext
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Bonnie & Clyde Songtext
My Dear Clyde
I fell in love with you
But I have to say
That I love Bonnie, too.
Your mouth is sugar sweet
And I like the way you kiss
But, it′s Bonnie that can move me with a whisper of her lips
Oh, Oh
I don't wanna choose
I love my Clyde
But I love my Bonnie too.
I also have a tommy
And He′s my Tommy gun And when we go out drivin'
We're shootin′ for fun.
Well, it′s a one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Oh, you know what happens when we get to eleven
I love my Bonnie
And I love my Clyde
If you wanna get to heaven we can take yah for a ride
Oh, Oh
I don't wanna choose
I love my Clyde
And I love my Bonnie too.
So I get dolled up and I′ll shine my shoes and I'll wear that dress that takes away your blues Where we go, Bonnie comes too Let′s
Hit the bank and get some boose
Oh, Oh
I don't wanna choose
I love my Clyde
And I love my Bonnie too.
Well, here comes the cops.
It′s the end of our run
You shoot,
I'll drive
Bonnie get shotgun
We'll take that road turn left turn right
We can all kiss when their outta sight
Oh, Oh
I don′t wanna choose
I love my Clyde
And I love my Bonnie too.
We just can′t shake 'em,
And thier commin′ fast
I knew this joy just couldn't last
If I die here let my tombston read
These last words I do do plead
Oh oh
I never hafta choose
I love my Clyde
And I Love my Bonnie too.
I fell in love with you
But I have to say
That I love Bonnie, too.
Your mouth is sugar sweet
And I like the way you kiss
But, it′s Bonnie that can move me with a whisper of her lips
Oh, Oh
I don't wanna choose
I love my Clyde
But I love my Bonnie too.
I also have a tommy
And He′s my Tommy gun And when we go out drivin'
We're shootin′ for fun.
Well, it′s a one, two, three, four, five, six, seven Oh, you know what happens when we get to eleven
I love my Bonnie
And I love my Clyde
If you wanna get to heaven we can take yah for a ride
Oh, Oh
I don't wanna choose
I love my Clyde
And I love my Bonnie too.
So I get dolled up and I′ll shine my shoes and I'll wear that dress that takes away your blues Where we go, Bonnie comes too Let′s
Hit the bank and get some boose
Oh, Oh
I don't wanna choose
I love my Clyde
And I love my Bonnie too.
Well, here comes the cops.
It′s the end of our run
You shoot,
I'll drive
Bonnie get shotgun
We'll take that road turn left turn right
We can all kiss when their outta sight
Oh, Oh
I don′t wanna choose
I love my Clyde
And I love my Bonnie too.
We just can′t shake 'em,
And thier commin′ fast
I knew this joy just couldn't last
If I die here let my tombston read
These last words I do do plead
Oh oh
I never hafta choose
I love my Clyde
And I Love my Bonnie too.
Writer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com