Lyrics of Rebeccca

Albert Hammond

pochette album Rebeccca
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It never rains in southern california
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?

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