There is a picture stuck in my mind
The lines are blurred and the paint is all dry
And every curve is another reminder of how we used to be
I want to know who the painter could be
'Cos all I know is that it wasn't me
The colours shown in the picture are too contrasting to be in key
And if you want to see it too
Say the word, say the word
And I'll show it to you
She's oblivious
That it was Bonnie and Clyde that had tried to remind her
Of what it means to be a renegade
Just looking for fuss
She took a bottle of rye from the guys who declined her
And left in the night looking for better days
And if you want to see it too
Say the word, say the word
And I'll show it to you
Two, three, four
Say the word, say the word
And I'll show it to you
