BmF# When I was Bmseventeen It was a Cvery good year It was a Bmvery good year for Dsmall town girls And Csoft summer nights We'd Bhide from the lights On the Avillage green When I was Bseventeen BmF# When I was Bmtwenty-one It was a Cvery good year It was a Bmvery good year for Dcity girls Who Clived up the stair With all that Bperfumed hair and it Acame undone When I was Btwenty-one BmF# When I was Bmthirty-five It was a Cvery good year It was a Bmvery good year for Dblue-blooded girls Of Cindependent means We'd Bride in limousines Their Achauffeurs would drive When I was Bthirty-five BmF# But now the Bmdays are short I'm in the Cautumn of the year And Bmnow I think of my life as Dvintage wine from Cfine old kegs from the Bbrim to the dregs It's Aoh sweet and clear It was a Bvery good year BmF#
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