At 17 Songtext
von Sitti

I learned the truth at 17
That love was meant for Beauty Queens
And High School girls with clear-skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired

The Valentines I never knew
The Friday nights, charades of youth
Were spent on those more beautiful
At 17 I learned the truth

And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called and say, "Come dance with me"
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn′t all it seems at 17

A brown-eyed girl in hand-me-downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said, "Pity, please, the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve


And the rich relationed home-town queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly"

Remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debentures of quality
And dubious integrity

Their small town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at 17

To those of us who know the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing side at basketball

It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me


We all play the game and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say, "Come dance with me"
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me, at 17

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