You've got your mother in a whirl
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She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
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Hey babe, your hair's alright
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Hey babe, let's go out tonight
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You like me, and I like it all
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We like dancing and we look divine
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You love bands when they're playing hard
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You want more and you want it fast
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They put you down, they say I'm wrong
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You tacky thing, you put them on
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Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress
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Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess
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Rebel Rebel, how could they know?
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Hot tramp, I love you so!
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Don't ya?
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[CHORUS]
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You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
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You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test
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You've got your transmission and your live wire
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You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
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You wanna be there when they count up the dudes
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And I love your dress
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You're a juvenile success
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Because your face is a mess
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So how could they know?
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I said, how could they know?
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So what you wanna know Calamity's child,
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Where'd you wanna go?
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What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too
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'Cause you've torn your dress
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And your face is a mess
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Ooo, your face is a mess
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Ooo, ooo, so how could they know?
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Eh, eh, how could they know?
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Rebel Rebel
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David Bowie |