When I was seventeen, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for small town girls,
And soft summer nights.
We'd hide from the light on the village green,
When I was seventeen.

When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year,
It was a very good year for city girls,
Who lived up the stairs.
With all that perfume hair and it came undone,
When I was twenty-one.

When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year.
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls,
Of independent means.
We'd ride in limousines. their chauffeurs
Would drive when I was thirty-five.

But now the days are short, I'm in the
Autumn of the year.
And now I think of my life as vintage
Wine from fine old kegs,
From the brim to the dregs. it poured
Sweet and clear. It was a very good year.
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