I love the dress sense and the color 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 smokey's in our school
Teachers they contained in all their anger
As you regularly broken their 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

5 Rebecca's, all of them close to me
1 of them's a cook, one of them does history
1 of them's my niece and one lives close
The one I love the most has turned into a junky

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

5 Rebecca's and all of them close to me
1 of them's a cook, one of them does history
1 of them's my niece and one lives close
The one I love the most has turned into a junky

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

You're sitting really cozy 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

5 Rebbecca's and all of them close to me
1 of them's a cook, one of them does history
1 of them's my niece and one lives close
The one I love the most has turned into a junky

I love the dress sense and the color of your hair
The way you say that people who are working
I can tell you that's a touch, my dear