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Rebel Rebel lyrics

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        Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo (x3)
    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?
    Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
    You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's
    Not sure if you're a boy or a girl
    Hey babe, your hair's alright
    Hey babe, let's stay 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?
    Oh?
    Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo (x2)
    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!
    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 dues
    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, chi-chile, chi-chile
    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
    Ooo, your face is a mess
    Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?
    Eh, eh, how could they know?
    Eh, eh
     
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