| You’ve got the perfect dress waiting on the hanger
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| The kind that makes you feel a little dangerous
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| Don’t you know you’re gonna drive those boys right outta their minds?
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| Hey, don’t you know it’s high time that you shine?
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| So put the top down on your pretty little mustang
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| Oh roll through town like you own the whole thing, yeah
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| Makin' heads turn, makin' hearts spin, flying like a wild wind
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| Yeah your pretty little mustang, yeah your pretty little mustang
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| Go on and light up the dark just like a firefly
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| Drop every jaw in the room when you walk by
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| Only light the sky owns the stars and the moon
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| Make 'em all breathless, leave 'em wanting more of you
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| So put the top down on your pretty little mustang
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| Oh drive it like you stole it, like you’re making a get-away
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| Oh yeah
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| Makin' heads turn, makin' hearts spin, flying like a wild wind
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| Yeah your pretty little mustang, yeah your pretty little mustang
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| You’ve got the perfect dress waiting on the hanger
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| Oh put the top down, put the top down
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| Put the top down on your pretty little mustang
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| Oh roll through town like you own the whole thing, yeah
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| Makin' heads turn, makin' hearts spin, flying like a wild wind
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| Oh put the top down on your pretty little mustang
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| Oh roll through town like you own the whole damn thing
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| Yeah
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| Makin' heads turn, makin' hearts spin, flying like a wild wind
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| In your pretty little mustang, yeah your pretty little mustang
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| Oh your pretty little mustang |