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Lyrics

All right, all right, all right.

All right, come on.

Baby love me.

Baby, she can't care.

Baby love me.

Baby, she cannot care.

Well I wanna tell ya.

She was seventeen.

She was perfect.

Queen of the magazines.

She doesn't care,

What she did.

She didn't give a damn,

What she did.

She was my woman, seventeen.

She was the queen of the magazines, oh right.

I don't know what to tell ya.

She was so good.

Used to feel,

Like I thought she would.

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