D Em A D I met you, brushing your hair with the wind Em A D Bm Riding your bike up on Mulholland Drive G A D Oh, I got a five minute rush from Em A D You in your faded blue jeans Em A D Bm How many years is it you've been alive? G A Oh I'll take a guess G A D Bm Rebecca, could it be eighteen, nineteen or so G A D 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 look like the name I gave to you Ooo, Rebecca, if you only knew... G A G Go home, to your father's friend's straight son A G To your mother's friend's sweet boy A To the families, well-to-do and so well established and
One day, you might wake up to a shotgun 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?