Letra de 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