Rachel - Stephen Duffy

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