The View - 5 Rebbeccas lyrics
[The View - 5 Rebbeccas lyrics]
I love the dress sense 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
Smokies in our school
Teachers they contained in all their anger
As you regularly broken the rules
And everyone done the pill but
Solvent abuse it can kill
The first taste of heaven
There was splattered
On the screen Floating with the schemers
And the part-time Halloweeners and
The Lochee team and everyone done the pill
But solvent abuse (can kill)
Five Rebbecca's all of them close to me
One of them's a cook
One of them does history
One of them's my niece and one lives close
The one I love the most
Has turned into a junkie
So under-satisfied with minors at your age
Aand something so deceiving
When you find you're self-conceiving
On a holy day
So unachievable with minors at your height
And something so deceiving
When you find yourself conceiving
On a Sunday night and everyone done the pill
But solvent abuse (can kill)
Five Rebecca's all of them close to me
One of them's a cook
One of them does history
One of them's my niece and one lives close
The one I love the most
Has turned into a junkie
Poor Miss Rebbecca, you'll be missed my girl
If it wasn't for the treasure
You'd be rich my girl
Saved you from the terror
And your so-called friends
Took a back seater but they kicked
It in the end though
Your sitting really cosy in
Your humble black cave
Doesn't 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-h, oh-h
Five Rebbecca's all of them close to me
(five) one of them's a cook
One of them does history
One of them's my niece and one lives close
Five Rebbecca's all of them close to me
(five) one of them's a cook
One of them does history
One of them's my niece and one lives close
The one I love the most
Has turned into a junkie
I love the dress sense and
The colour of your hair
The way you say that people who are working
I can tell you: that's a touch, my dear
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
Smokies in our school
Teachers they contained in all their anger
As you regularly broken the rules
And everyone done the pill but
Solvent abuse it can kill
The first taste of heaven
There was splattered
On the screen Floating with the schemers
And the part-time Halloweeners and
The Lochee team and everyone done the pill
But solvent abuse (can kill)
Five Rebbecca's all of them close to me
One of them's a cook
One of them does history
One of them's my niece and one lives close
The one I love the most
Has turned into a junkie
So under-satisfied with minors at your age
Aand something so deceiving
When you find you're self-conceiving
On a holy day
So unachievable with minors at your height
And something so deceiving
When you find yourself conceiving
On a Sunday night and everyone done the pill
But solvent abuse (can kill)
Five Rebecca's all of them close to me
One of them's a cook
One of them does history
One of them's my niece and one lives close
The one I love the most
Has turned into a junkie
Poor Miss Rebbecca, you'll be missed my girl
If it wasn't for the treasure
You'd be rich my girl
Saved you from the terror
And your so-called friends
Took a back seater but they kicked
It in the end though
Your sitting really cosy in
Your humble black cave
Doesn't 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-h, oh-h
Five Rebbecca's all of them close to me
(five) one of them's a cook
One of them does history
One of them's my niece and one lives close
Five Rebbecca's all of them close to me
(five) one of them's a cook
One of them does history
One of them's my niece and one lives close
The one I love the most
Has turned into a junkie
I love the dress sense and
The colour of your hair
The way you say that people who are working
I can tell you: that's a touch, my dear