Contactez-nous

• Artiste: Tara Maclean
• Titre: At Seventeen
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
I learned the truth at seventeen Love was meant for beauty queens And high school girls with clear skin smiles Who married young and then retired The valentines I never knew Friday night charades with you Were spent on one more beautiful At seventeen I learned the truth 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 their obscenities Isn't all it seems At seventeen A brown eyed girl in hand-me-downs Whose name I never could pronounce Said pretty please to the ones who served Who only get what they deserve And the rich relation hometown queen Married into what she needs With a guarantee of company And a haven for the elderly Never those who win the game Those who love assault and gain Endebted us in quality And dubious integrity The small town eyes will gape at you And act surprised when payment due And see accounts received At seventeen To those of us who know the pain Of valentines that never came 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 that came 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 To call and say come dance with me And murmur their obscenities To ugly girls like me At seventeen