I learned the truth at seventeen That love meant for beauty queens In high school girls with clear skinned smiles Who married young and then retired The valentines I never knew The Friday night charades youth Were spent on one more beautiful At seventeen 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 to say come dance with me murmured vague obscenities It isn't all it seems At seventeen
A brown eyed girl hand me downs Whose name I never could pronounce Said, Pity the ones who serve They only get what they deserve And the rich relationed hometown queen Married into what she needs A guarantee of company And haven for the elderly Remember those who win the game Lose love they sought to gain Indebentures of quality And dubious integrity Their small eyes will gape at you in dull surprise when payment due Exceeds accounts received At seventeen
To those of us who knew the pain Of valentines that never came And those whose names were never called When choosing for basketball It was long ago and far away The world was younger than today And dreams were all they 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, dance with me And murmur vague obscenities At ugly girls like me At seventeen