Текст песни At Seventeen - Ray Conniff & Jackie Ward

I learned the truth At Seventeen
That Love was meant
For Beauty Queens
And High School Girls
With clear 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
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
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems At Seventeen.

A Brown Eyed Girl in hand Me downs
Whose Name I never could pronounce
Said, "Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what They deserve."
The rich relationed Hometown Queen
Marries into what She needs
A guarantee of company
And Haven for the elderly.

Remember Those who win the game
Lose The Love they sought to gain
In debentures of quality
And dubious integrity.
Their small town eyes will gape at You
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts
Received At Seventeen.

(MUSIC)

To those of Us who know the pain
Of Valentines that never came,
And those whose Names
Were never called
When choosing sides for basketball.
It was long ago and far away
The World was younger 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
That call and say,
Come Dance With Me
And murmur vague obscenities
At Ugly Girls Like Me At Seventeen.