Partner in Crime - Ron Pope

She was in her glory

Detroit iron cannon fodder, twenty three

Had a fistful of nothing

She’s still better than a wet blue dress for me

And the weather was filthy

The drinks were free

Plus I didn’t have nowhere else to go

Old jukebox notes sang from her throat

Saying «Let's run away from home»

Just be my partner in crime

Step on that gas and join my getaway ride

I’d gladly serve my time

If you’d be my partner in crime

Show me where it hurts

If it gets worse I’ll kiss away your tears

I got a car that’ll take us real far

Just dust in the rear view mirror

I am young, not green, dirt beneath my nails

Lived long within my years

That siren song says we’d best move on

It’s time to disappear

Just be my partner in crime

Step on that gas and join my getaway ride

I’d gladly serve my time

If you’d be my partner in crime

Just come here, it makes sense

Admit it

We got nothing left to hide

In the darkness feel your heart is

Beating next to mine

Just be my partner in crime

Step on that gas and join my getaway ride

I’d gladly serve my time

If you’d be my partner in crime