My Car's a Mustang
No Cobra 427
in my Mustang
come on girls
you know what I mean.
No leather interior
in my Mustang
come on gals
you get what I mean.
My Mustang has the
manual shift
don't you girls
know what I mean?
My Mustang has leather
exterior
can't you gals
get what I mean?
My Mustang races
at breakneck speeds
I ride on his back
a grin on my face.
By now you've guessed
what my Mustang is
not only my ride
he's the friend by my side.
Copyright © Robyn Campbell | Year Posted 2015
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