Hearts hold out,
they're under arrest again.
Making love on the lam,
at first you were
reluctant but I know
that you liked it.
For you, I stole a locket,
yeah, I picked pockets,
and I'd build a whole
rocket ship just to get
to you.
You'll have to search and seize me,
You'll have to shoot and freeze me.
Hearts hurt now, there's a lot at stake,
We're all criminals, look at the
trouble we make.
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 9:07 PM UTC
Hearts hold out,
they're under arrest again.
Making love on the lam,
at first you were
reluctant but I know
that you liked it.
For you, I stole a locket,
yeah, I picked pockets,
and I'd build a whole
rocket ship just to get
to you.
You'll have to search and seize me,
You'll have to shoot and freeze me.
Hearts hurt now, there's a lot at stake,
We're all criminals, look at the
trouble we make.
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