Middle Class

You and me, let's steal a car

Let's rob a bank

Let's travel far

Let's wear these shirts my grandpa used to wear

And then I'll be happy, I swear

I'll point the gun, you'll keep the engine running

I'll be running to you

You'll be saying: darling our haircuts aside,

we are just like Bonnie and Clyde

I'll probably feel bad for not taking the train

But you'll say it's in the country and it's raining

We'll kick open a cabin in the forest,

I'll be scared like I am

You'll put a flashlight under your chin in a scary way

and say you're Son of Sam

And I'll slowly pull you out of your Fred Segal

And high on the fact that we're illegal

We'll make sweet loving sweeter, like we do

I'll say: Baby you're a criminal, and you'll say so are you

You and me, let's steal a car

But first before we go that far:

What's your name?

Oh, don't look so scared

Don't tell me you weren't thinking exactly the same