He's different, yes different
from others I know
They call him a rebel
but I love him so
His got way's above you
I don't understand
And yet he's a rebel
when he takes my hand

My friends say I'm foolish
that he's not my kind
But his tender kisses
have made up my mind

He's different, he's different
I'll have to agree
But though he's a rebel
he's just cried for me

My friends say I'm foolish
that he's not my kind
But his tender kisses
have made up my mind

He's different, he's different
I'll have to agree
But though he's a rebel
he's just cried for me

(He's different...)