Would you still need me, if i had no money, Honey. If i've done something dumb, that at the time seemed so smart
Would you still like me, if we were on the run, Darling Hell, i could've sworn you'd love all those priceless works of art
Would you still hold my hand as we flee the country, Baby, running from the law, both day and night
Would you give me one more kiss, before we storm this bank, Sweety. Don't worry; your hair's great, nice gun, let's make out like Bonnie and Clyde (Seriously, you look freaking sexy with that gun!)
Would you still embrace me, as this night lights up, Sexy Mama, It's about to get loud your eyes are full of passion and desire
Would you tell me you love me once more before our time runs out, my Frikadelka, nothing beter than going down, next to you, hand in hand, in a blaze of fire... Eyes full of passion and desire.