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 to 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 get to really walk away, do you?

Who will be the ones to walk with you?

Times should really, really change, change

Yet they always stay the same way to you

You don't get to really walk away do you?

Who will be the ones to walk with you?