I love the dress sense and the colour of your hair
The way you say that people who are working
They are aiming to be posh, my dear
People flocked around you by the smokeys in our school
Teachers, they contain in all their anger as,
You regularly broke their rules
And everyone done the pill
But solvent abuse, it can kill
Your first taste of heaven, there, was splattered on your screen
Floating with the schemers and the part-time halloweeners
And the Lochee team
Everyone done the pill
But solvent abuse can kill
Five Rebbeccas, all of them close to me
One is a cook, and one of them does history
One is my niece and one lives close
And the one I love the most, has turned into a junkie
So under-satisfied with minors at your age
Something so deceiving when you find yourself conceiving
On a holy day
So unachievable with minors at your height
Something so deceiving when you find yourself conceiving
On a Sunday night
And everyone done the pill
But solvent abuse can kill
Five Rebbeccas, all of them close to me
One is a cook, and one of them does history
One is my niece, and one lives close
And the one I love the most, has turned into a junkie
Poor Miss Rebbecca, you'll be missed, my girl
If it wasn't for the treasure you'd be rich, my girl
Saved you from the terror and your so-called friends
Took a back seater but they kicked it in the end
You're sittting really cosy in your humble black cave
Doesn't seem likely for a girl of your age
Us cupid little kids can never look back
When one of us is lying in a big brown bag
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
(Five!) Five Rebbeccas, all of them close to me
(Four!) One is a cook, and one of them does history
(Three!) One is my niece, and one lives close
(Two!) And there's five Rebbeccas, all of them close to me
(One!) One is a cook, and one of them does history
(None!) One is my niece, and one lives close
And the one I love the most, has turned into a junkie
I love the dress sense and the colour of your hair
The way you say that people who are working
I can tell you that's a touch, my dear
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