Rebel, Rebel

...you've torn your dress.

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, you've torn your dress.
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?
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You rock my world, baby girl.