now I.'m seventeen my school is in the country students wear trainers read the same magazines my school is getting tiresome teachers-they're so young singling me out
only like philosophy & after school the time that's what I call my own time nice girls meet nice boys end of school day while other girls go strait home
talking 'bout soaps'n' that
I go home alone like it watching the nameless people
now i'm seventeen i do not have a title depend on no one else busy being king (to myself)
i go hime alone and have dinner in my sweet home praying again, again & again ("...peace...")
i see the same faces in school & they say that i amdifferent i think it's an honour i say it's an honour to B different i can't so their way now i'm seventeen now i'm "...seventeen..."