曲词：Janis Ian I learned the truth at seventeen That love was made for beauty queens and High school girls with clear skinned smile 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 day"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 Married 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's 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 sides for bassketball It was long ago and far away The world was younger than today And dreams were all they gave for free (Sorry,there are no official Lrc) 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 It isn't all it seems at seventeen
[00:02.45]曲词：Janis Ian [00:09.07]I learned the truth at seventeen [00:13.28]That love was made for beauty queens and [00:18.06]High school girls with clear skinned smile [00:21.88]Who married young and then retired [00:27.18]The valentines I never knew [00:31.35]The Friday night charades of youth were spent [00:36.88]On one more beautiful [00:39.59]At seventeen I learned the truth [00:45.85]And those of us with ravaged faces, [00:50.26]Lacking in the social graces [00:53.57]Desperately remained at home [00:57.09]Inventing lovers on the phone [01:00.67]Who called to day"Come dance with me," [01:05.37]And murmured vague obscenities [01:09.46]It isn't all it seems at seventeen [01:15.59]A brown-eyed girl in hand me-downs [01:19.64]Whose name I never could pronounce [01:23.97]Said,"Pity,please the ones who serve" [01:28.19]They only get what they deserve [01:33.50]The rich relationed home-town queen [01:37.74]Married into what she needs [01:41.87]A guarantee of company [01:45.66]And haven for the elderly [01:51.85]Remember those who win the game [01:56.16]Lose the love they sought to gain [01:59.42]In debentures of quality and dubious integrity [02:06.87]Their small town eyes will gape at you [02:11.23]In dull surprise when payment's due [02:15.91]Exceeds accounts received at seventeen. [03:13.33]To those of us who know the pain [03:17.40]Of valentines that never came [03:21.53]And those whose names were never called [03:25.45]When choosing sides for bassketball [03:31.14]It was long ago and far away [03:35.71]The world was younger than today [03:39.63]And dreams were all they gave for free [03:43.97](Sorry,there are no official Lrc) [03:49.24]We all play the game and when we dare [03:53.75]To cheat ourselves at solitaire [03:57.43]Inventing lovers on the phone [04:01.01]Repenting other lives unknown [04:04.83]That call and say"Come dance with me" [04:09.49]And murmur vague obscenities [04:13.01]It isn't all it seems at seventeen
