Rebel Black کے بول

Leaving home tonight Gimme a ride Paint my lips and nails rebel black I'm not coming back Leaving home tonight Gimme a ride Paint my lips and nails rebel black I'm not coming back Yesterday you told me I'm dying here, let's get outta here Nothing's here I would miss With my hair waving on the breeze Somebody's arm over my shoulder And no use in having to grow older Nothing's here to make me stay When the Sun flares in an ashtray And neon lights shine down right on me Am I still young and finally free Gonna make my living on Writing silly songs Leaning outta window to cry Love is not a crime Gonna make my living on Writing silly songs Leaning outta window to cry Love is not a crime Yesterday you told me I'm dying here, let's get outta here Nothing's here I would miss With my hair waving on the breeze Somebody's arm over my shoulder And no use in having to grow older Nothing's here to make me stay When the Sun flares in an ashtray And neon lights shine down right on me Am I still young and finally free