At Seventeen
I learned the truth at seventeen
\r\nThat love was meant for beauty queens
\r\nIn high school girls with clear skinned smiles
\r\nWho married young and then retired
\r\nThe valentines I never knew
\r\nThe Friday night charades of youth
\r\nWere spent on one more beautiful
\r\nAt seventeen I learned the truth
\r\nAnd those of us with ravaged faces
\r\nLacking in the social graces
\r\nDesperately remained at home
\r\nInventing lovers on the phone
\r\nWho called to say come dance with me
\r\nAnd murmured vague obscenities
\r\nIt isn't all it seems
\r\nAt seventeen
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\r\nA brown eyed girl in hand me downs
\r\nWhose name I never could pronounce
\r\nSaid, Pity please the ones who serve
\r\nThey only get what they deserve
\r\nAnd the rich relationed hometown queen
\r\nMarried into what she needs
\r\nA guarantee of company
\r\nAnd haven for the elderly
\r\nRemember those who win the game
\r\nLose the love they sought to gain
\r\nIndebentures of quality
\r\nAnd dubious integrity
\r\nTheir small town eyes will gape at you
\r\nin dull surprise when payment due
\r\nExceeds accounts received
\r\nAt seventeen
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\r\nTo those of us who knew the pain
\r\nOf valentines that never came
\r\nAnd those whose names were never called
\r\nWhen choosing sides for basketball
\r\nIt was long ago and far away
\r\nThe world was younger than today
\r\nAnd dreams were all they gave for free
\r\nTo ugly duckling girls like me
\r\nWe all play the game and when we dare
\r\nTo cheat ourselves at solitaire
\r\nInventing lovers on the phone
\r\nRepenting other lives unknown
\r\nThat call and say, come dance with me
\r\nAnd murmur vague obscenities
\r\nAt ugly girls like me
\r\nAt seventeen
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