Tytuł: Rebecca

• Wykonawca: The Turtles
• Wyświetleń: 337

I met 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
   Ooo, Rebecca, will I ever know?
  
   No way, how will I fit in your life?
   How could you live with a man without change?
   Too strange and too poor to be trusted
   Busted a couple of times
   Shaken a bit by the years on the road
   And the women I've known
  
   Rebecca, you look like the name I gave to you
   Ooo, Rebecca, if you only knew...
   Go home, to your father's friend's straight son
   To your mother's friend's sweet boy
   To the families, well-to-do and so well established and
  
   One day, you might wake up to a shotgun
   What has it come to... this sensible life
   The wife of a fool...
  
   Rebecca, reading magazines in a chic salon
   Ooo, Rebecca... where's Rebecca gone?
   I said that's all I ever can be [repeat to fade]