George Ezra - Green green grass

Well, she moves like lightning
And she counts to three,
And she turns out all the lights
And says she's coming for me.

Now put your hands up,
This is a heist,
And there's no one in here living
Gonna make it out alive.

Loaded up when the sun comes down,
Getaway car for two young lovers,
Me and the girl straight out of town
Over the hills and undercover.