Rebel Rebel

Text písně Rebel Rebel

You've got your mother in a whirl
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl

Hey babe, your hair's alright
Hey babe, 
let's go out tonight
You like me
and I like it all
We like dancing 
and we look divine
You love bands 
when they're playing hard

You want more 
and you want it fast
They put you down, 
they say I'm wrong
You tacky thing, 
you put them on

Rebel Rebel, 
you've torn your dress
Rebel Rebel, 
your face is a mess
Rebel Rebel, 
how could they know?
Hot tramp, 
I love you so!

Don't ya?


You've torn your dress, 
your face is a mess
You can't get enough, 
but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission 
and your live wire
You got your cue line 
and a handful of ludes

You wanna be there 
when they count up the dudes
And I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?

So what you wanna know Calamity's child,
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you? 
Looks like you've been there too
'Cause you've torn your dress
And your face is a mess
your face is a mess
so how could they know?
Eh, eh, how could they know?


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