| It Was A Very Good Year |
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| 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 lights |
| 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 stair |
| With all that perfumed 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 |
