Lyrics 17 - Sheena Ringo

Now I′m seventeen
My school is in the country
Students wear trainers
Read the same magazines

Now I'm seventeen
My school is getting tiresome
Teachers, they′re so young
Singling me out

Only like philosophy and after school, the time
That's what I call my own time
Nice girls meet nice boys, end of school day
While other girls go straight home
Talking 'bout soaps ′n′ that

I go home alone
Like it watching the nameless people
Surfing subways
Travelling somewhere
Nowhere...

Now I'm seventeen
I do not have a title
Depends on no one else
Busy being king

Only like philosophy and after school, the time
That′s what I call my own time
Nice girls meet nice boys, end of school day
While other girls go straight home
Talking 'bout soaps ′n' that

I go home alone
And have dinner in my sweet home Praying again
Again and again...

I see the same faces in school
And they say that I am different
I think it′s an honour
I say it's an honour to be different
I can't go their way

Surfing subways
Travelling somewhere
Nowhere...

I see the same faces in school
And they say that I am different
I think it′s an honour
I say it′s an honour to be different
I can't go their way

Now I′m seventeen
Now I'm seventeen...