I am Bonnie, he is my Clyde. Never a question, always down to ride. The
darkest secrets are kept by the one closest to my side. He knows when I've
lied, tried or cried. He is embedded in my insides, together, we have a
wicked stride. The gangsta Bonnie and Clyde pride, a bit of the Caribbean,
with that southern fried. Dat trust you can dive in and hide. Married by
feelings, his ghetto bride. When he slips, I slide. When he soars, I glide.
If he loses a breath, a piece of me dies. When he extends his inhales, I
share in his highs.. We are the ghetto Bonnie and Clyde Cheers. WW