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