i love the dress sens 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 contained in all there anger as you regularly broke there rules and everyone done the pill but solvent abuse it can kill
the first taste of heaven there was splattered on your screen floating with schemers and the part-time halloweeners and the lochee team and everyone done the pill but solvent abuse can kill
chorus: 5 rebeccas all of them are close to me one of thems a cook, one of them does histroy, one of thems my neice and one lives close the one i love the most has turned into a junky
so undersatisfied with minors at your age and something so deceiving when you find yourself conceiving on a holy day so unachievable with minors at your height and something so decieving when you find yourselfing conceiving on a sunday night everyone done the pill but solvent abuse can kill
chorus:
poor miss rebbecca youll be missed my girl wasnt for the treasure youd be rich my girl saved you from the terier and your so called friends took a back seater but they killed in the end though your sitting really cosy in your humble black cave it doesnt seem likely for a girl 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
chorus x2
i love the dress sense and the colour of your hair the way you say that people who are working i can tell you: thats a touch my dear