When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from light
We'd hide from light
Hide from light
We'd hide from light
We'd hide from light
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stairs
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one, one, one...
We'd hide from light

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