I take two steps forward and don't look back
I bear my soul just to cover my tracks
I'm like a dirty cop with blood on my hands
And I know it won't be long

I'm smoking cigarettes in the laundry mat
I'm wonderin' what's next and where it's at
I got a suitcase full of dirty cash
And I know it won't be long

Have you ever done something so wrong?
Won't you come a little bit closer to me?
Come a little bit closer

Yeah

They've got a thousand bucks bounty on my head
The power line is down and the phone is dead
I gotta know right now, baby are you in?
'Cause that door don't look too strong

Did you know all along?
Won't you come a little bit closer to me?
Come a little bit closer now
Just a little bit closer
Come a little bit close to me

Everyone plays someone else
And hides the rest in old hotels
But you keep different company

Won't you come a little bit closer to me?
Oh come on, baby
Come a little bit closer now
Just a little bit close baby
Come a little bit closer to me

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Writer(s): Benjamin Wysocki, David Michael Welsh, Isaac Edward Slade, Joseph A. King, Matthew Arnold Thiessen