Met her at a store, underneath a table
Had it to be her, had it to be her instead
Rebecca's on her mountain, she doesn't need to get along
Had it to be her, had it to be her at all

Rebecca's in her room, feeling lightly sad
Aching to be good, aching to be bad
Just another date, just another lie
Her name is not important
Or who or when or why
I said hey Becky
I don't want you to think less of me
I don't want you to
And had it to be her
Had it to be her at all
Maitland's in your face again
Rebecca
Maitland's in your face again
Rebecca ....

'Cause Meter(?) Says
Allow us to be made of
Some metal in your face
Some metal to be hurting

Made her, kingstontown, undertake her, Rebecca
Made of gold and, made of steel, undertake her, Rebecca
Another breakthrough, another lie, undertake her, Rebecca
Have us sense, let us meet, undertake her, don't need it

I've been aching to see her next week, in London and Paris
I've been aching for one thousand years, in London and Paris
In between