Rachel (Duffy Stephen)

Be my liberty, be my fact and fantasy Make love while you can Has there been a better plan? Well, I could go on but I just don't know I had to fall a little, crawl a little Do it in the hall a little, Rachel I kissed your lips, I lifted up my voice I had to weep a little, creep a little Do it in the street a little, Rachel Fire down below Tell me where do kisses go Fire the glamor guns The junky girls have junky sons I'm a gangster priest but I fell in love I had to fall a little, crawl a little Do it in the hall a little, Rachel I kissed your lips, I lifted up my voice I had to weep a little, creep a little Do it in the street a little, Rachel Everything is great, I don't know what to do Don't know what to wear or who to make love to Have you seen those films where they look like us? Without such grace perhaps and with too much fuss Singing, "Where were you in ?82 When there were great new drugs to do?" And where are those that voted for The end of all that we fought for? Be my liberty, be my fact and fantasy Make love while you can Has there been a better plan? Well, I could go on but I just don't know I had to fall a little, crawl a little Do it in the hall a little, Rachel And I kissed your lips, I lifted up my voice I had to weep a little, creep a little Do it in the street a little, Rachel Rachel, Rachel, Rachel Rachel, Rachel, Rachel Rachel, Rachel, Rachel Rachel, Rachel