| Packin' all my things for the summer
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| Lyin' on my bed, it's a bummer
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| 'Cause I didn't call when I got your number
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| But I liked you a lot
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| Slippin' on my dress in soft filters
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| Everybody said you're a killer
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| But I couldn't stop the way I was feelin'
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| The day your record dropped
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| The day I saw your white Mustang
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| Your white Mustang
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| The day I saw your white Mustang
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| Your white Mustang
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| Caught up in my dreams and forgettin'
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| I've been actin' like armageddon 'cause you
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| Held me in your arms just a little too tight
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| That's what I thought
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| Summer's meant for lovin' and leavin'
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| I was such a fool for believin' that you
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| Could change all the ways you've been livin'
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| But you just couldn't stop
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| The day I saw your white Mustang
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| Your white Mustang
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| The day I saw your white Mustang
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| Your white Mustang
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| You're revvin' and revvin' and revvin' it up
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| And the sound, it was frightenin'
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| And you were gettin' a part of that
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| You're gonna hit me like lightnin'
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| White Mustang
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| Your white Mustang
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| The day I saw your white Mustang
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| Said, you're a wild mustang
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| You're gonna hit me like lightnin'
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| You're gonna hit me like lightnin' |