I love the dress sense and the colour of your hair  The way you say that people who are working  they are aiming to be posh my dear    People flocked around you by the smokeys in our school  Teachers they contained in all anger as you  regulary, broken their rules. And everyone done the pill.But solvent abuse it can KILL!    The first taste of heaven there was  splattered on your screen. Floating with the schemers and the part-time Halloweeners and the Lochee team and everyone the pill. But solvent abuse can kill    5 Rebbecca's all of them are close to me 1 of them's a cook, 1 of them does history 1 of them's my niece and 1 lives close the 1 I love the most has turned into a Junky    So under satisfied with minors at your age, and something so deceiving when you find yourself conceiving on a holy day    So anachieveable with minors at your height, and something so deceiving when you find yourself conceiving on a Sunday Night  And everyone's on the pill. But solvent abuse can Kill    5 Rebbecca's all of them are close to me 1 of them's a cook, 1 of then does history 1 of them's my niece and 1 lives close the 1 I love the most has turned into a Junky    Poor Miss Rebbecca you'll be missed my girl. If it wasn't for the treasure you'd be rich my girl, saved you from the terror and your so-called friends. Took a back seater but they kicked it in the end though    You're sitting really cosy in your humble black cave doesn't seem likely for a girl your age  Us cupid little kids can never look back, when one of us is lying in the big brown bag    5 Rebbecca's all of them are close to me 1 of them's a cook, 1 of them does history 1 of them's my niece and 1 lives close the 1 I love the most has turned into a Junky    I love the dress sense and the colour of your hair  The way you say that people who are working  I can tell you that's a touch my dear    these lyrics are submitted by Graeme Higgins