He's different, yes, different
From others I know
They call him a rebel
But I love him so
He's got ways about him
I don't understand
And yet he's no rebel
When he takes my hand
My friends say I'm foolish
That he's not my kind
But his tender kisses
Have made up my mind
He's different, so different
I'll have to agree
But though he's a rebel
He's just right for me
My friends say I'm foolish
That he's not my kind
But his tender kisses
Have made up my mind
He's different, so different
I'll have to agree
But though he's a rebel
He's just right for me
1957.
Carol Jarvis - Rebel
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