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I know it sounds naive as hell

But she really blew my mind

She's seventeen, reads Interview

Martin Amis and Details too

Her parents say what we do

Makes them want to talk things through

Her sister says: "Be home by ten"

Her brother says: "Just don't trust men"

But she does

And that's all I need

To be loved

By her

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She's seventeen, makes me feel old

She lives at home with her family

Her bed's too short, her room's too cold

But still I sleep there happily

When she walks I'm her shoes

When she cries I'm her blues

She's seventeen reads Interview

Martin Amis and Details too

A tattoo on her forehead says

I sure hope that you're impressed

She's seventeen, makes me feel old

I know it sounds naive as hell