Rebecca

They stole our bodies, our faces, our movements...they invented myths
Innocent toys turned out to be massages for the mind
I still remember the box I opened out of curiosity
Rebecca, my Rebecca, straw blonde hair made in Italy
What were you? With those smiling eyes, with that bow on your head, your chubby face
Oh Rebecca, Oh Rebecca, Oh I talked to you about myself, I changed your poses, I turned you into an actress With the beautiful parts, the great woman...you were the blonde myth
And I grew up, I grew up, with the rebellious urge To be immediately grown up, to be immediately beautiful To have...if I wanted love......
And I grew up, I grew up, but something changed, now we didn't play anymore my classmates with their conquests and you, and you, and you oh
I grew up, I grew up, but something has changed I saw myself in the mirror with that little bit of breast, with that nose I had...I covered my face....What did they invent? what did I dream? Tell me, tell me you Rebecca...Oh Rebecca...