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?