Seventeen Lyrics

He’s seventeen,
he’s like a machine.
He’s of steel,
he’s a cog in the wheel,
a spine so steep,
he’d never weep
but you could buy him pretty cheap.

Didn’t fit in school.
A stupid rule
made him a fool.
But bragging bold
what he’s been told,
that’s his gold.

A perfect master’s tool.
Dignity is astray
if you can pay.
He would even gladly
go the easy way out,
line of least resistance.
He’s the king of cash.
He’s a gold digger soldier.

are hurting less,
won’t be a mess.
Affordability and
getting things for free
is of importance,
to be fed on champagne and
get it directly in the vein.

He’s a puppet in a show,
just an undertow.
(But) he doesn’t know.

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Songwriter(s): Hanne Hukkelberg, Kare Vestrheim
Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing (Scandinavia) Kb, Propeller Music Publishing
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