Bonnie and Clyde
My Dear Clyde
I fell in love with you
but I have to say
that I love Bonnie, too.
Your mouth is sugar sweet
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
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 but 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 booze
Oh, Oh I don't wanna choose
I love my Clyde but 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 but 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
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
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 but 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 booze
Oh, Oh I don't wanna choose
I love my Clyde but 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 but 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.
Credits
Writer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
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