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She worked the window at the Desert Sands

Clyde was a dealer who was gifted with the sleight of hand

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Their petty thieving and conniving ways

Would never get 'em to that beach house of their dreams someday

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But every afternoon at four that armored car rolled to the door (like before)

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The doors swing open and the pick-up begins

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The guard knocks, she lets him in

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Two bangs of cash hit the floor

The guard asks her out, she turns him down and shows him the door (once more)

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They must have run through it a thousand times

But something happened on the evening of their perfect crime

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It seems the set up and the switch all play

But there's a problem when it gets down to the get away

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So, to complete their master plan

They're gonna need a pick-up man (meet Jo-Ann)

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It's four on Monday and the hustle begins

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The guard knocks, she lets him in

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The bags of cash hit the floor

Clyde's hiding out, he swaps 'em out

The guard's out the door (they score)

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Two big bags of money and they're both feeling light

She sees the guard is stopping, she knows when something's not right

When he turns to find he's standing face to face now with her

She says "how 'bout dinner Friday

And if you're good I'll let you have dessert"

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The guard is happy and he's gone in a flash

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She grabs Clyde and the cash

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They see Jo-Ann and jump in

They were last seen heading West and never heard from again

The end

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Amen

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