My birthday candles
Have all gone out
The party’s through
And I’m alone with you
Woah, what a nice way to turn 17
I feel your sweet lips
Against my cheek
The lights are off
Your shoulder feels so soft
What a nice way to turn 17
My friends all bought me
So many gifts
But yours is the one I’m proudest of
A golden heart
Inscribed to me
«Happy birthday with all my love»
It feels like heaven
Here in your arms
Don’t let me go
'Cause gee, I love, oh I love you so
What a nice way to turn 17
I’m 17