I've been running away for way too long
There ain't nothing much I can do baby, I done wrong
I've been fighting a fight that I just can't win
Tomorrow when I wake up I'm turning myself in
But whatever I do
You belong to me
Whatever I do
You belong to me
Whatever I do
You belong to me
Whatever I do
You belong to me
I know you think we can just go on the lam
You and me, Bonnie and Clyde, Son of Sam
But for what I've done, there ain't no escaping my spot in hell
If I had the guts, I would take that gun and shoot myself
But whatever I do
You belong to me
Whatever I do
You belong to me
Whatever I do
You belong to me
Whatever I do
You belong to me
