| Well, I’ve been living like a wild old mustang
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| Out in Montana fields
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| Might’ve earned me a bad reputation
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| But never stopped these wheels
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| From going and rolling too far
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| Running and gunning a little too hard
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| So unreigned, so untamed, yeah
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| So God made girls like you make guys like me
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| Wanna reach for the brightest star, set it on a ring
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| Put it on your hand, grab a piece of land
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| And raise a few
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| More girls like you
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| Your soul is pure golden
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| Must’ve been true love you were grown in
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| Sent the sun rays to a dark place
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| On the same day, yeah, God made
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| Girls like you make guys like me
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| Wanna reach for the brightest star, set it on a ring
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| Put it on your hand, grab a piece of land
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| And raise a few
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| More girls like you…
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| It’s been a while since I stopped and prayed
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| But Lord have mercy look at her
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| He sure didn’t make no mistake when he put that angel on Earth
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| Yeah, God made
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| Girls like you make guys like me
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| Wanna reach for the brightest star, set it on a ring
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| Put it on your hand, grab a piece of land
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| And raise a few
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| Yeah
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| More girls like you
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| Yeah
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| More girls like you
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| Yeah
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| More girls like you
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| More girls like…
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| Yeah
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| More girls like you
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| Yeah |