Lyrics

Got your mother in a whirl 'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl Hey, babe, your hairs alright Hey, babe, let's stay out tonight You like me, and I like it all We like dancing, and we look divine You know fans when they play it hard They want more, and you want it fast Put you down, say I'm wrong Tacky thing, you put them on 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! Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo Got your mother in a whirl 'Cause she's not sure if you're a boy or a girl Hey, babe, your hairs alright Hey, babe, let's stay out tonight You like me, and I like it all We like dancing, and we look divine You know fans when they play it hard You want more, and you want it curse Then put you down, say I'm wrong You tacky thing, you put them on 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! Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo 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 transmission and a live wire Got your cue lines and a handful of ludes You could be there when they count up the dues I love your dress I love your dress You're a juvenile success Because your face is a mess How could they know? How could they know? What you wanna know Where'd you wanna go? Wish I could do for you Wish I'm a femal too 'Cause it's on your dress It's on your dress (Rebel, rebel) And your face is a mess (Rebel, rebel) Oo, oo, your face is a mess Oo, oo, your face is a mess Oo, oo, so how could they know? How could they know? It's on your dress It's on your dress How could they know? Doo doo doo-doo doo doo doo doo
Writer(s): David Bowie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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