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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 splattеred on the screen And floating with the schеmers 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 is history One of them's my niece and one lives close And one I love the most has turned into a junkie So under-satisfied with minors at your age And 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) Letras de canciones Five Rebecca's and all of them close to me One of them's a cook, one of them is history One of them's my niece and one lives close And 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 Ohh Ohh Ohh Ohh (Wow) Five Rebbecca's all of them close to me (Four) One of them's a cook, and one of them does history (Three) One of them's my niece and one lives close, you know Five, (Three) Rebbecca's and all of them close to me (Five) And one of them's a cook, you know one of them's history One of them's my niece (Mine), 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, ye From Letras Mania