when i was seventeen it was a very good year
it was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights
wed hide from the light on the village green when i was seventeen
when i was twentyone it was a very good year
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when i was seventeen it was a very good year
it was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights
wed hide from the light on the village green when i was seventeen
when i was twentyone it was a very good year
it was a very good year for city
girls who lived up the stairs
with perfume hair that came undone
when i was twentyone
when i was thirtyfive it was a very good year
it was a very good year for blueblooded
girls of independent means
wed ride in limousines their chauffeurs
would drive when i was thirtyfive
but now the days are short im in the
autumn of the year
and now i think of my life as vintage
wine from fine old kegs
from the brim to the dregs it poured
sweet and clear it was a very good year
