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All those kisses that we stoleThey're all cast in fire and gold.In a gold no one can weigh,We made out like bandits, babe.And all those Bonnies, all those Clydes,They're amateurs to you and I,And coming home's a prison breakWe made out like bandits, babe.And all that love, all those mistakesAnd what else can a poor man make,Do you wonder if there wasAny rich folks rich as us?And they say those two won't get farIn the backseat of a carBut we pulled off the interstateAnd out like bandits babe.And we pulled off the interstateAnd made out like bandits, babe. Aus Songtexte Mania