Met you brushing your hair with the wind
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Riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive
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Oh, I got a five minute rush
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From you in your faded blue jeans
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How many years is it you've been alive?
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Oh, I'll take a guess
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Rebecca, could it be eighteen, nineteen or so?
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Ooh, Rebecca, will I ever know?
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No way, how will I fit in your life?
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How could you live with a man without change?
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Too strange and too poor to be trusted
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Busted a couple of times
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Shaken a bit by the years on the road
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And the women I've known
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Rebecca, you'd have liked the name I gave to you
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Ooh, Rebecca, if you only knew
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Go home to your father's friend's straight sons
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To your mother's friend's sweet ones
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To the families, so well-to-do and so well-established
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And
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One day, you might wake up to a shock girl
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What has it come to, this sensible life? The wife of a fool
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Rebecca reading magazines in a chic salon
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Ooh, Rebecca, where's Rebecca gone?
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Rebecca
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| The Turtles |
