Seventeen, seventeen
She's a solid seventeen
Young enough to dance and sing
Old enough to get that swing
Past sixteen just been kissed
Graduated and got that twist
The kind of love you can't resist
At seventeen
Now sloppy shirt, old blue jeans
Dirty shoes by all means
Patch of blonde, peroxide hair
Jukebox baby ain't no square
Seventeen, she's the queen
Cutest gal you've ever seen
All the boys are really keen
On the hep cat doll of seventeen
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Seventeen, seventeen
She's a solid seventeen
Young enough to dance and sing
Old enough to get that swing
Past sixteen just been kissed
Graduated and got that twist
The kind of love you can't resist
At seventeen
Now sloppy shirt, old blue jeans
Dirty shoes by all means
Patch of blonde, peroxide hair
Jukebox baby ain't no square
Seventeen, she's the queen
Cutest gal you've ever seen
All the boys are really keen
On the hep cat doll of seventeen
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There's nothing left for me
Of days that used to be
They're just a memory
Among my souvenirs
Some letters sad and blue
A photograph or two
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs
A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure chest
And, though they do their best
To give me consolation,
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs
I count them all apart
And, as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs.
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