| Hotwire the mustang and it’s gung-ho
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| Hi-yo silver, follow Tonto
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| We’ll take it to the end of the night
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| Strut tall in the red morning light
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| Shoot a zip wire up onto my window
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| And I’ll fire my body way down below
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| You turn it, turn it upside down
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| You burn the heavens to the ground
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| Go gotta go
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| Rip the road up
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| Black Stang Black Stang
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| Time to shake your inhibition
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| Time to rattle to the rhythm
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| Sway slow, then grind a little faster
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| On top or below, you’re the master
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| Hold my jaw between your knee-caps
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| School me in all the things you need now
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| Smile sweet, I know what this is not
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| A leopard won’t ever change it’s spots
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| Go gotta go
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| Rip the road up
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| Black Stang Black Stang
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| Grab your clothes
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| Now you’ve woke up
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| Transform your walk of shame
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| Into a victory parade
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| Hotwire the mustang and it’s gung-ho
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| Hi-yo silver, follow Tonto
|
| We’ll take it to the end of the night
|
| Strut tall in the red morning light
|
| Shoot a zip wire up onto my window
|
| And I’ll fire my body way down below
|
| You turn it, turn it upside down
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| You burn the heavens to the ground |