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| See the way he walks down the street
Watch the way he shuffles his feet How he holds his head up high When he goes walking by He’s my guy When he holds my hand, I’m so proud ‘Cause he’s not just one of the crowd My Baby's always the one to try The things I’ve never done And just because of that They will say, hey He’s a rebel and he’ll never ever be any good He’s a rebel ‘cause he never ever does What he should Just because he doesn’t do what Everybody else does That’s no reason why I can’t give him all my love He is always good to me Always treats me tenderly He’s not a rebel no, no, no He’s not a rebel no, no, no to me If they don’t like him that way They won’t like me I'm sure today I’ll be standing by his side When they say He’s a rebel and he’ll never ever be any good He’s a rebel ‘cause he never ever does What he should And just because he doesn’t do what Everybody else does That’s no reason why I can’t give him all my love He is always good to me Always treats me tenderly He’s not a rebel no, no, no He’s not a rebel no, no, no to me He’s not a rebel, no, no, no |
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