Fast4 50
She's black and sleek
And strong not weak,
She's loud and fast
When you hit the gas,
Her tires profile low
When heated up they make her go,
Put her up in fifth, her highest gear
She's a 4.6, with an 8 cylinder,
In her red leather seats a black steering wheel
Speed is the adrenelin, today you want to feel,
She turns the corners and hugs the road
And never exceeds to carry her load,
With the windows down and the rush of air
You can feel it swirling through your hair,
This is where you want to be
Meet my Mustang...Fast4 50
Copyright © Faith Van Riel | Year Posted 2018
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