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Bless You and Seventeen Other Great Hits (Tony Orlando) · Seventeen (Simon Webbe) · Seventeen Forever (Metro Station) · Seventeen: The Best New Music (Hear It First) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Seventeen Minutes in the Cheap Seats (Management) · Seventeen Days (3 Doors Down) · Seventeen Seconds (Deluxe Edition) (The Cure) · Seventeen Seconds (The Cure) · Summer Number Seventeen (Ronnie Milsap) · Seventeen Nautical Miles (Crosstide) – and 90 other albums »


Look at me, proud of being
Proud of being seventeen
Locking in the pocket a smile
Soft from the school
Cut by the rule
Oh I'm dazed and I'm dazed
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
Graduated and got that twist
Kind of love I can't resist
At seventeen

Now, sloppy shirt, old blue-jeans
Dirty shoes, by all means
Patch of blonde,
times, she'll place another order,
And, Lordy, have mercy on that little bitty chair.
She's got a butt bigger than the Beatles,
Eatin' me out of house
Graduated and got that twist
Kind of love I can't resist
At seventeen

Now, sloppy shirt, old blue-jeans
Dirty shoes, by all means
Patch of blonde,
the sky 
I saw love in a young girl's eyes 
And that's a look you never forget 

Seventeen 
Only comes once in a lifetime 
Don't it just fly by wild
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
Our lives were like lines on a map
You could measure us by comparison

She found out if she took off her clothes
She could score men by embarrassment
the Beatle (x4)

It's funny, 'cause when I was five,
I waited for you to go by our drive.
And I know that guys like me are a drag--
You must have had it up
kissed

Graduated and got that twist

Kind of love I can''t resist

At seventeen

 

Now, sloppy shirt, old blue jeans

Dirty shoes by all
kissed

Graduated and got that twist

Kind of love I can''t resist

At seventeen

 

Now, sloppy shirt, old blue jeans

Dirty shoes by all
kissed

Graduated and got that twist

Kind of love I can''t resist

At seventeen

 

Now, sloppy shirt, old blue jeans

Dirty shoes by all
I'm seventeen, and I am cool
I'm seventeen, I break the rules
I'm seventeen, and I don't care
'Cause I ain't goin' anywhere
I'm seventeen, and I
tomorrow brings,
Who knows,
I'm getting out of love.

	CHORUS
My Shangri-la has gone away,
Faded like the Beatles on Hey Jude
She seemed to drift out
guy he didn't need this shit
So he took a pill with a bag of peanuts and
A Coca-Cola and he swallowed it.
He discovered the Beatles
And he recorded
and running wild
On Sunday morning
She's all alone
Head lying on the back stair
By the telephone

Evangeline
She's on her own
Just barely seventeen
on her eyes 
But on Sunday morning she's all alone 
Head lying on the nightstand 
By the telephone 

Evangeline is on the roam 
Just barely seventeen
on my mother's hip
She was shorter than the corn
All the years I took from her
Just by being born.

Didn't mean to break the cycle
At seventeen I
by him she stops and stares

The got love bigger than the Beatles
Wild and free like a Rolling Stone
They gotta love takes 'em higher than the Eagles
small, so you listen to the Beatles and relax and close your eyes
And you feel it running through you
Feel the hate well up inside

Hey, what's that
I left home when I was seventeen
I just grew tired of falling down
And I'm sure I was told
The allure of the road
Would be all I found

And all
I left home when I was seventeen
I just grew tired of falling down
And I'm sure I was told
The allure of the road
Would be all I found

And all
(I'd like to do a song now that was recoded by a pretty pearly country group known as The Beatles I know you heard them many times from the Grand Ole
All the way from Memphis, babe
In search of something new
You tell me now
That Memphis, girl
Don't hold a thing for you

Hypnotized by gypsy lies
I was seventeen, 
You were working for Matthew and Son, 
The Beatles met the Queen, and I wrote 
I'm gonna get me a gun, yeah, yeah 
It was like