Rebel Yell (Edit)
Last night a little dancer came dancing to my door
Last night a little angel came pumping on my floor
She said, "Come on, baby, I got a license for love"
"And if it expires, pray help from above"
Because
In the midnight hour she cried, "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried, "More, more, more", yaho
In the midnight hour, babe, "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell, "More, more, more"
More, more, more
She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely, she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to me, babe, babe, babe?
What set you free? I need you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried, "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried, "More, more, more", yaho
In the midnight hour, babe, "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell, "More, more, more"
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the 7-11
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair
Yaho, ow
In the midnight hour she cried, "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried, "More, more, more", aho
In the midnight hour, babe, "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried, "More, more, more"
More, more, more
Ooh yeah, little baby
She want more
More, more, more, more, more
Ooh yeah, little angel
She want more
More, more, more, more, more
Last night a little angel came pumping on my floor
She said, "Come on, baby, I got a license for love"
"And if it expires, pray help from above"
Because
In the midnight hour she cried, "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried, "More, more, more", yaho
In the midnight hour, babe, "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell, "More, more, more"
More, more, more
She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But when I'm tired and lonely, she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to me, babe, babe, babe?
What set you free? I need you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried, "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried, "More, more, more", yaho
In the midnight hour, babe, "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell, "More, more, more"
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the 7-11
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it don't mess up his hair
Yaho, ow
In the midnight hour she cried, "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried, "More, more, more", aho
In the midnight hour, babe, "More, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried, "More, more, more"
More, more, more
Ooh yeah, little baby
She want more
More, more, more, more, more
Ooh yeah, little angel
She want more
More, more, more, more, more
Credits
Writer(s): Steve Stevens, Billy Idol
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