Текст песни At 17 - Sitti

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 nights, 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 and 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 home-town 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

To those of us who know the pain of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called when choosing side at 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