Seventeen, it's been a while since I was seventeen
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And the years since have been mighty lean
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But there's no use complaining
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And forty-two has a way of creeping up on you
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And my chances left are getting few
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But there's still time remaining
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And I've been waiting for someone, who loves the way I do
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Girl I got my fingers crossed, in hopes it might be you
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Seventeen, it's been a while since I was seventeen
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And the years since have been mighty lean
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But there's no use complaining
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And forty-two has a way of creeping up on you
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And my chances left are getting few
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But there's still time remaining
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And I've been waiting for someone, who loves the way I do
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Girl I got my fingers crossed, in hopes it might be you
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Twenty-one, that's how many different jobs I've done
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I remember quitting every one
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With no hesitating
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And thirty-three, that's how many women left on me
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I don't have too good a history
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But I don't mind waiting
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Cause it really doesn't matter how many years we've seen
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Cause love is always seventeen
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Wonder if you'll be the one to end this lonesome heart
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Cause girl I got a lot to give and I'd sure like to start
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Cause it really doesn't matter how many years we've seen
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Cause love is always seventeen
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Seventeen
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