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.