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 twentyone
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 twentyone
when i was thirtyfive
it was a very good year
it was a very good year for blueblooded girls
of independent means
we’d ride in limousines
their chauffeurs would drive
when i was thirtyfive
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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
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Year: 1965
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 67