Rebel

Rebel was your middle name
 When you were a young girl
 Living free in the '60s
 Black boots, mini-skirt, blonde curls
 Then when you went to art school
 Breaking hearts and all the rules
 You met the man of your dreams
 To society, he was unconventional
 But you didn't mind being outside
 Times have really really changed
 Changed
 Yet they always stay the same, same, woo ooh
 Never get go really walk away, do you?
 Who will be the ones to walk away with you?
 Hustle was your middle name
 When you were a young man
 Living to breathe in the '60s
 Black-picked, flared fit, bongos
 Then when you went to art school
 Pushing back crackie and June
 Witnessing this side of blue
 You knew that you'd be nothing but a number
 Thrown in the back
 Time hasn't even, time hasn't even changed, changed
 Is it always gonna stay the same way?
 Woo-ooh
 You don't really get to walk away, do you?
 Who will be the ones to walk with you?
 Times should really, really change, change
 Yet the always stay the same way to you
 You don't really get to walk away do you?
 Who will be the ones to walk away with you?