Текст песни Partner in Crime - Ron Pope

She was in her glory
Detroit iron cannon fodder, twenty three
Had a fistful of nothing
She's still better than a wet blue dress for me
And the weather was filthy
The drinks were free
Plus I didn't have nowhere else to go
Old jukebox notes sang from her throat
Saying "Let's run away from home"
Just be my partner in crime
Step on that gas and join my getaway ride
I'd gladly serve my time
If you'd be my partner in crime
Show me where it hurts
If it gets worse I'll kiss away your tears
I got a car that'll take us real far
Just dust in the rear view mirror
I am young, not green, dirt beneath my nails
Lived long within my years
That siren song says we'd best move on
It's time to disappear
Just be my partner in crime
Step on that gas and join my getaway ride
I'd gladly serve my time
If you'd be my partner in crime
Just come here, it makes sense
Admit it
We got nothing left to hide
In the darkness feel your heart is
Beating next to mine
Just be my partner in crime
Step on that gas and join my getaway ride
I'd gladly serve my time
If you'd be my partner in crime