Rachel by Tommy Tutone Lyrics

Some girls born to luxury
Some inherit monotony
Some quite early become wives
A few stay single all of their lives

Some girls have a pretty face
Some got that social grace
Some dress up in the latest styles
Wearing their boots made out of crocodiles

Pick me up and take me away
Recite me rosaries
Put my life in a wooden box
And sail me out to sea

Talkin' 'bout Rachel! Ooh-whoa-oh, Rachel

Rachel got no fancy clothes
But she turns heads wherever she goes
Oh-whoa, you can hear 'em singin'
Lord, she makes their poor heart ring
If you listen you will hear them sing
They'll be singing

You can hear them singing
Rachel! Rachel

Talkin' bout some girls born to luxury
Some inherit monotony
Some all dressed up, all dressed up, in the latest style
She don't need it
Rachel!
Rachel!

Talkin' 'bout Rachel!