Met you, brushing your hair with the wind Riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive Oh, I got a five minute rush from You in your faded blue jeans How many years is it you've been alive? Oh I'll take a guess Rebecca, could it be eighteen, nineteen or so Ooo, Rebecca, will I ever know? No way, how will I fit in your life? How could you live with a man without change? Too strange and too poor to be trusted Busted a couple of times Shaken a bit by the years on the road And the women I've known Rebecca, you'd have liked the name I gave to you Ooo, Rebecca, if you only knew... Go home, to your father's friend's straight sons To your mother's friend's sweet ones To the families, so well-to-do and so well-established and One day, you might wake up to a shock girl What has it come to?... this sensible life The wife of a fool... Rebecca, reading magazines in a chic salon Ooo, Rebecca... where's Rebecca gone?