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