Bonnie and Clyde


Two lovers on the run, maybe havin' too much fun. By the names of sweet ole Bonnie and dear ole Clyde. They were stealing and dealing every chance they were given. Running from state to state, with a quick change of plates. Two fugitives on the loose, hand in hand during a wild goose chase. They headed for there home state the one shaped like a boot, little did they know it would all end in a boom. A big blockade and hundreds of bullets later, the two love birds died side by side in a small Louisiana town. 

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