Well you got your mother in a whirl 'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl But hey, babe, your hair's all right Hey, babe, let's stay out tonight You lured me and I like it more We love dancing and we look divine You love bands when they play it hard You want more and you want it first They put you down, they say I'm wrong You're tacky, babe, you put them on
You're a rebel, rebel, you're 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 got your transmission and your live wire You got your fuel line and half of the loot You can't be there When they count out the dues 'Cause you've torn your dress Because your face is a mess So how could they know I said how could they know
