Seventeen, Heavenly
Mamma said that you would make a mess of me
You won't move, You can't breathe
You got too many people to please
And you
You got my number babe
You got my heart in chains
I pick you up down the street
Looking for a way out, Come save me
Red lipstick on your face
Never seen you looking so out of place
Look at you all grown up
Cigarette burning in a plastic cup
And you
You got my number babe
You got my heart in chains
And you
You got me questioning
Who's got your back these days?
It can't be easy
Oh baby, It's only in your head
Oh baby, It's over when I'm dead
The conversation is over when I'm dead
