Seventeen - Recorded at Spotify Studios NYC

White skin underwater
You know she's somebody's daughter
You know I'm somebody's daughter
I'm here tonight and I want her
I'm here tonight and I've got her

And it's cold in the water
I wonder if I should bother
You know she's somebody's daughter
When she gets old it'll haunt her
I'm here tonight, I have got her

17
So unclean
Yeah

When I was young I was far-out
We can hold hands, we can make-out
Sit silent or cry out
You're pretty when you cop-out
Transgendered and washed out

And I can see past your short hair
Tellin' me that you don't care
He ain't here, but here's somewhere
I'm all fucked up, so I don't care
I know I'm in, but I'm out there

17
So unclean
Ohh
17
So unclean

Will they ever forgive us?
All wet-lipped and guiltless?
In our heads we're like winners
Though we're just beginners
At some miserable game

I'll take you out to Arkansas
Where there's beer and molasses
We'll let the times fly on past us
The whole world, kiss our asses
Through red trees and white trashes, yeah

17
So unclean
Ohh
17
So unclean

Oh, my God



Credits
Writer(s): Mark P Dombroski, Timothy Rygiel, Michael John Rygiel, Joe Mazzola
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