At Seventeen

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I learned the truth at seventeen 
That love was meant for beauty 
queens
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and high school girls with clear 
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skinned smiles who married young and
 then retired
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The valentines I never knew, the 
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friday nights, charades of youth
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were spent on one more beautiful At
         C
  seventeen I learned the truth


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And those of us with ravaged 
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faces, lacking in the social graces
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Desp'ratly remained at home 
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inventing lovers on the phone
  Ab             G7          Cm7 
Who called and say "come dance 
                 Fm7
with me" and murmured vague 
obscenities
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It isn't all it seems at seventeen

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A brown eyed girl in hand-me-downs,
Dm
 whose name I never could pronounce 
said
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Pity, please, the ones who serve, 
       C
they only get what they deserve.
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The rich relationed home-town queen
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 marries into what she needs
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A guarantee of company and haven for
 the elderly"

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Remember those who win the game, 
G7
lose the love they sought to gain
    Cm7       Fm7         Cm7     
In debentures of quality and 
 Fm7
dubious in tegrity
     Ab            G7         Cm7
Their small town eyes will gape 
              Fm7
at you in dull surprise when payment
 due
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exceeds accounts received at 
seventeen

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To those of us who know the pain of 
valentines that never came,
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and those whose name were never 
called when choosing side at 
basketball
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It was long ago and far away The 
world was younger than today
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and dreams were all they gave for 
free to ugly duckling girls like me

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We all play the game and when we 
          G7
dare to cheat ourselves at solitaire
  Cm7         Fm7          
Inventing lovers on the phone, 
Cm7         Fm7
repenting other lives unknown
    Ab            G7          Cm7
that call and say "Come dance 
         Fm7
with me", and murmur vague 
obscenities
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at ugly girls like me, at 
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seventeen