You were so beautiful, blue eyes, red lips

and your heart of gold.

You danced with the devil and he made you cold.

He left after he made you broken and mindless.

Then an angel came to you,

he was part heaven, part hell, part sin, part bliss.

Leather jacket,  gold watch, silk tie.

Live by the moto, men ride or die.

If you want to get high you can go ride.

If you'll be his Bonnie then he'll be your Clyde.

Moves like Fred Astaire, he walked on air.

Cary Grant looks, classic hair.

James Dean eyes, he captivated with a stare.

Boys like to talk, men like to walk.

Boys like to know, men like to show.

Boys like to play, men want to stay

Leather jacket,  gold watch, silk tie.

Live by the moto, men ride or die.

If you want to get high you can go ride.

If you'll be his Bonnie then he'll be your Clyde.

He’ll love you after 50 bullets go into his heart.

At the end he said “Baby we won’t ever part.

It didn’t end well but we made life a little swell.

Baby I can’t wait to love you when we get to hell.”

Leather jacket,  gold watch, silk tie.

Live by the moto, men ride or die.

If you want to get high you can go ride.

If you'll be his Bonnie then he'll be your Clyde.