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 really get to 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 with you?