Partners in Crime

You pull my arms from their sockets
 I put the grey in your hair
 You put your hands in your pockets
 To find that mine's already there
 And it's cold, and it's wrong
 When you find your money's all gone
 But what's yours is mine
 When we're partners in crime
 We make a motley procession
 They bar the windows and doors
 We've made a stylish profession
 Of sleeping in doorways and floors
 And we dance, and we sing
 'Cause ain't the law a funny ole thing
 When you're doing time
 Like happy partners in crime
 We'll spend a jailbird's honeymoon
 Cavorting conjugally
 In a trailer by the shadow of machine-gun blooms
 That ain't no gun in my pocket
 Just seein' you fills me with joy
 You be my pistol packin' mama
 And I'll be your heat seekin' boy
 And we'll while away the time
 Dreamin' of Tequila and lime
 Workyard valentines happy partners in crime
 Caged, engaged, sublimely confined
 Happy partners in crime