Paroles de Rebecca

Rebecca Get you, brushing your hair with the wind Riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive Oh, I got a five-minute rush from you in your faded blue jeans How many years is it you've been alive? Oh, I'll take a guess, Rebecca, could it be eighteen, nineteen or so? Ooh, Rebecca, will I ever know? No way, where would I fit in your life? What would you do with a man without change Too strange and too poor to be trusted, rusted a couple of times Shaken a bit by the years on the road And the women I've known? Rebecca, you'd have liked the name I gave to you Ooh, Rebecca, if you only knew Go home To your father's friends Straight sons To your mother's friends Sweet ones To those families Well-to-do and so well-established And one day you might wake up to a shock, girl What has it come to this sensible life The wife of a fool? Rebecca, reading magazines in a chic salon Ooh, Rebecca Where's Rebecca gone?