17

Текст песни Sheena Ringo - 17

Now I'm seventeen
My school is in a country students wear trainers
Read the same magazines

Now I'm seventeen
My school is getting tiresome
Teachers, they're so young
Singling me out

Only like philosophy and after school, the time
That's what I call my own, my own time
Nice girls meet nice boys, end of school day
While other girls go straight home
Talking 'bout soaps 'n' that

I go home alone
Like it watching the nameless people
Surfing subways, travelling somewhere
Nowhere

Now I'm seventeen
I do not have a title, depend on no one else
Busy being kind

Only like philosophy and after school, the time
That's what I call my own time, my own time
Nice girls meet nice boys, end of school day
While other girls go straight home
Talking 'bout soaps 'n' that

I go home alone
And have dinner in my sweet home
Praying again
Again and again
Again, again, again, again, again, ah

I see the same faces in school
And they say that I am different
I think it's an honor
I say it's an honor to be different
I can't go their way

Surfing subways, travelling somewhere
Nowhere, nowhere, no-no, no-no, ah

I go home alone
And have dinner in my sweet, sweet home
Praying again
Again and again
Again and again and again

Now I'm seventeen
Now I'm seventeen