~Mags & Lyra
All those names that we don't ever speak of Got a couple nights that have slipped my mind Proof and photographs have been deleted If you ever needed an alibi 'Cause dirt on you is dirt on me And we both know our hands ain't clean If it all blows up and we end up on the news If you go down, I'm going down too It's a good thing we're each other's kinda crazy Ain't no judgment or keepin' score If you rob a bank, I'm your getaway Mercedes God knows that's what friends are for Mood