Seventeen

Used to be a major scale

But the melody went stale

Musical cacophony let

Incy Winsy Spider free

You're a rich little boy

Who's had to work for his toys

You've got all the sensibilities, oh

Of an upper class guy

No, no I'm not your little slave

No I don't twist and turn that way

Only got bad things to say

You're always asking what is up, up with me

Could never tell you what happened

The day I turned 17

The rise of a king and the fall of a queen

Oh, 17, 17

Oh, you were embarrassed of me

'Cause I used my tongue freely

Bet you wish I couldn't speak

'Cause, when I do, you know I tell you why you appear weak

You want a hassle free life?

Go get your upper class wife

Oh, she's got all the personality, oh

Of a lemon, that has been truly sucked dry

You teach me how to behave

I felt you question the way-ay

I was brought up as a baby

Well, you don't know fuck about my family

Could never tell you what happened

The day I turned 17

The rise of a king, and the fall of a queen

Oh, 17 (17)

Oh, 17, oh, 17

The rise of the king, and the fall of a queen

Oh, 17

Never felt like a princess

I used to kid myself in this dress

That it was just how things

Were meant to be

Oh, 17

17