Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lucy Shaw
Double Bass
Chrysostomos Tornari
Drums
Steve Durham
Drums
Rachel Robson
Viola
Alison Dodds
Violin
Calina De La Mere
Violin
Chris Allan
Cello
MARINA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marina Diamandis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Richard Wilkinson
Engineer
Liam Howe
Producer
Guy Davie
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Used to be a major scale
But the melody went stale
Musical cacophony, let Insy 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 seventeen
The rise of a king, and the fall of a queen
Oh, seventeen, seventeen
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
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 seventeen
The rise of a king, and the fall of a queen
Oh, seventeen (seventeen)
Oh, seventeen, oh, seventeen
The rise of the king, and the fall of a queen
Oh, seventeen
Never felt like a princess
I used to kid myself in this dress
That it was just how things were meant to be
Oh, seventeen
Seventeen
Writer(s): Marina Lambrini Diamandis
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