I gotta be honest
I broke a lot of promises
Gotta hurt someone
When you came from what I come from
A district of misfits and freak shows and crimes
An alleyway of memories you'd wanna leave behind

At the gala
With Mr. Sinatra
In love with a gangsta
I think that I am
We leave town tomorrow
We running from coppers
Let's empty our pockets right now while we can

And all these red lights
Turn into blue lights
I just see white lights
When I'm with you
And all these sirens
Burn up these cool nights
We just see white lights
When I'm with you

Two criminals in bombay
With a rickshaw for a getaway
At the airport when they search you
We cover up our tattoos
'Cause he wooed me then flew me to a foreign land
Dad, I know that you judge me but he is my man!

At the gala
With Mr. Sinatra
In love with a gangsta
I think that I am
We leave town tomorrow
We running from coppers
Let's empty our pockets right now while we can

And all these red lights
Turn into blue lights
I just see white lights
When I'm with you
And all these sirens
Burn up these cool nights
We just see white lights
When I'm with you