Rebecca

Rebecca - Albert Hammond

Written by：Albert Hammond/Michael Hazelwood

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 chicks salon

Ooh Rebecca

Where's Rebecca

Gone