Rebel without a clue
I don't know what to say and I don't know what to do
Standing on the corner in my boots and my leather
A little over the edge, a little under the weather
Just a rebel without a clue
I'm tired and lonely and crying for you
I know just when to sulk and I know just how to pose
Dirty Harry to Madonna, I've been learning all the roles
My favourite is a little less flashy, but so beautiful and sad:
But now, in all sincerity
Try not to be too rough on me
When adding up the score
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