[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

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