5 Rebbeccas

By The View

On Which Bitch?

Released on February 2, 2009

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[Verse 1]

I love the dress sense and the colour 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 smokies in our school

Teachers they contained in all their anger as you regularly broken the 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)


[Chorus]

Five Rebecca's all of them close to me

One of them a cook, one of them does history

One of them's my niece and one lives close

And the one I love the most, has turned into a junkie


[Verse 2]

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)


[Chorus]

Five Rebbecca's all of them close to me

One of them a cook, one of them does history

One of them's my niece and one lives close

And the one I love the most, has turned into a junkie


[Verse 3]

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

Your sitting really cosy 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


[Refrain]

Oh-h, oh-h


[Chorus]

Five Rebbecca's and all of them close to me

One of them a cook (Four), one of them is history (Three)

One of them's my niece and there's-

Five Rebbecca's (Two), all of them close to me (One)

One of them's a cook, one of them is history (Five)

One of them's my niece and one lives close

The one I love the most has turned into a junkie


[Outro]

I love the dress sense and the colour of your hair

The way you say that people who are working, I can tell you: that's a touch, my dear