the city girls' karaoke

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 Their chauffeurs would drive When I was thirty-five

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 And it poured sweet and clear

It was a very good year

It was a mess of good years