| There are women of many descriptions
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| It’s a wild world, as everyone knows
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| Some are living in beautiful mansions
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| And are wearing the finest of clothes
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| There are blue-blooded queens and princesses
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| That have charms made of diamonds and pearls
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| But the only and thoroughbred lady is the rebel girl
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| That’s the rebel girl, that’s the rebel girl
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| To the working class she’s a precious pearl
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| She brings courage and pride to the fighting rebel boy
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| I will fight for freedom with a rebel girl
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| Her hands may be hardened from labor
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| And her dress may not be very fine
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| But her heart in her body’s beating
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| That is true to her class and her kind
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| And the grifters and the terror are troubling
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| In her spite and defiance she’ll hurl
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| For the only and thoroughbred lady is the rebel girl
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| That’s the rebel girl, that’s the rebel girl
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| To the working class she’s a precious pearl
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| She brings courage and pride to the fighting rebel boy
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| I will fight for freedom with a rebel girl
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| That’s the rebel girl, that’s the rebel girl
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| To the working class she’s a precious pearl
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| She brings courage and pride to her fighting rebel boy
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| I will fight for freedom with a rebel girl |