Rebel rebel, your face is a mess.
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
You've got your mother in a whirl.
She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl.
Hey babe, your hair's alright.
Hey babe, lets go out tonight.
You like me, and I like it all.
We like dancing and we look divine.
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess.
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
Hot tramp, I love you so!
You've torn your dress, your face is a mess
You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test
You've got your transmission and your live wire
You got your cue line and a handful of ludes
You wanna be there when they count up the dudes
And I love your dress
You're a juvenile success
Because your face is a mess
So how could they know?
I said, how could they know?
So what you wanna know?
Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile
Where'd you wanna go?
What can I do for you? looks like you've been there, too
'cause you've torn your dress.
And your face is a mess
Oh, your face is a mess
Oh, oh, so how could they know?
Eh, eh, how could they know?
Eh, eh...
You rock my world, baby girl.
3 comments:
"Those boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do..."
Sorry - couldn't help myself. Her new boots are Kick Ass, as are her parents.
They are great, aren't they?
But I love the whole little Punk Toddler outfit. She looks like such a Bad Girl. Then she spoils it all with a massive giggle...
Oooh, nice! Rebel, rebel and future Queen Bitch? Love it!
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