| The mustang kids are out
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| Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
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| Black top, tambourine
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| Playing for the girls in the back seats
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| The mustang kids are out
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| Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
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| White line, motor cade
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| Sweeter than your baby face
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| Small-town gang got nothing to do
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| We got guns, got drugs, got the sun and the moon
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| We got big-city plans but it always rains
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| And the sheriff is a crook and knows me by name
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| I said mama was insane and daddy was a criminal
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| I grew up in a trailer with a dream of fucking centerfolds
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| Now I’m making money experimenting with chemicals
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| The fact I’m still alive is why I still believe in miracles
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| The mustang kids are out
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| Mustang kids are out
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| Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
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| Black top, tambourine
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| Playing for the girls in the back seats
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| The mustang kids are out
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| Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
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| White line, motor cade
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| Sweeter than your baby face
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| Small-town gang yeah we get so bored
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| That I stole a shotgun and robbed a liquor store
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| We’re running these streets, we’re the mustang kids
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| Only doing what we want and don’t take no shit
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| I might seem wild but mama raised a gentleman
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| In another life, no telling who I would have been
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| Now you’re a king or a boxer in a ring,
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| But I’m just me so I sing
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| The mustang kids are out
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| I’ve been hearing all these things about you,
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| Creepin' into all the things that I do,
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| I’ve been hearing all these things about you
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| About you, about you
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| Mustang kids are out
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| Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
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| Black top, tambourine
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| Playing for the girls in the back seats
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| The mustang kids are out
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| Rolling over hills and the roundabouts
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| White line, motor cade
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| Sweeter than your baby face |