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I know it sounds naive as hell
But she really blew my mind
She's seventeen, reads Interview
Martin Amis and Details too
Her parents say what we do
Makes them want to talk things through
Her sister says: Be home by ten
Her brother says: Just don't trust men
But she does
And that's all I need
To be loved
By her
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She's seventeen, makes me feel old
She lives at home with her family
Her bed's too short, her room's too cold
But still I sleep there happily
When she walks I'm her shoes
When she cries I'm her blues
She's seventeen reads Interview
Martin Amis and Details too
A tattoo on her forehead says
I sure hope that you're impressed
She's seventeen, makes me feel old
I know it sounds naive as hell