17
Children's playground
Late night party
Policemen came around
We never saw it
You're in my head
And under my skin
In two weeks' time, I said
This is more than I have ever been
And I still feel like I'm 17
At a 12th grade party on the weekend
In the park and almost freezing
No, nothing ever comes between it
I'll never get tired of this feeling
You heard me, and you know I mean it
Cramped apartment
Smoking neighbour
Mouldy shower
Let's just blame her
But a kiss on your head
A kiss on my chin
Before we go to bed
This is more than I have ever been
And I still feel like I'm 17
At a 12th grade party on the weekend
In the park and almost freezing
No, nothing ever comes between it
I'll never get tired of this feeling
You heard me and you know I mean it
Who would have thought
Who would have thought
Who would have thought we'd still be here?
And I'll never get bored of our routines
At the city fair playing slot machines
Or Phoebe singing Halloween
The morning talks about your dreams
Or the midday drives out to the beach
The singing mailman in our street
There's nothing else I'll ever need
I'll need, I'll need
Nothing else I'll need
I'll need
I'll need, I'll need
Nothing else I'll need
I'll need
Late night party
Policemen came around
We never saw it
You're in my head
And under my skin
In two weeks' time, I said
This is more than I have ever been
And I still feel like I'm 17
At a 12th grade party on the weekend
In the park and almost freezing
No, nothing ever comes between it
I'll never get tired of this feeling
You heard me, and you know I mean it
Cramped apartment
Smoking neighbour
Mouldy shower
Let's just blame her
But a kiss on your head
A kiss on my chin
Before we go to bed
This is more than I have ever been
And I still feel like I'm 17
At a 12th grade party on the weekend
In the park and almost freezing
No, nothing ever comes between it
I'll never get tired of this feeling
You heard me and you know I mean it
Who would have thought
Who would have thought
Who would have thought we'd still be here?
And I'll never get bored of our routines
At the city fair playing slot machines
Or Phoebe singing Halloween
The morning talks about your dreams
Or the midday drives out to the beach
The singing mailman in our street
There's nothing else I'll ever need
I'll need, I'll need
Nothing else I'll need
I'll need
I'll need, I'll need
Nothing else I'll need
I'll need
Credits
Writer(s): Melle Ij Boddaert
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