(Perrone, James, Chiu) Love child you?re wastin? your breath on me Love child you?re wishin? that spell on me Push into me Head go whoosh when you kiss me But love child you won?t have your way with me. The sun?ll make you crazy. You?re a low shine hustler The heat?s gonn? crush ya You?re a now shine hustler Your system is crashin? Love child you?re spinnin? my truth on me Love child you?re takin? such liberties Lyin? to me Shut your eyes when you kiss me. But lately your memory?s been killin? me. The sun?ll make you crazy. You?re a low shine hustler. The heat?s gonn? crush ya You?re a no shine hustler. Your system is crashin? But hearts are mustangs. My heart?s a mustang Our hearts are mustangs. I don?t know the rise of your back The curve of your fingers or How you attack. I don?t know the sound of your voice or Who you call out for Or whether you like women. But anyway, I don?t care. Just tell me what it?s gonna be like. You?re a low shine hustler. The heat?s gonn? crush ya You?re a no shine hustler. Your system is crashin? But hearts are mustangs. Our hearts are mustangs. My heart's a mustang.