I learned the truth at seventeen That love was meant for beauty queens In high school girls with skinned smiles Who married young and then retired The valentines I never knew The Friday night charades of youth Were spent on one more beautiful 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 Who called to say come dance with me And murmured vague obscenities It isn't all it At seventeen
A brown eyed girl in hand me downs Whose name I never could pronounce Said, Pity please the ones who serve They get what they deserve And the rich relationed hometown queen Married into what she needs A guarantee of company haven for the elderly Remember those who win the game Lose the love they sought to gain Indebentures of quality And dubious integrity Their small town 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 never called When choosing sides for basketball It was long ago and far away The world was 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 call and say, come dance with me And murmur vague obscenities At ugly girls like me At seventeen