14.It Was A Very Good Year
When I was seventeen
it was a very good year
It was a very good year
for small town girls
and soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
on the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one
it was a very good year
It was a very good year
for city girls who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
and it came undone
When I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five
it was a very good year
It was a very good year
for blue-blooded girls
of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days are short
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life
as vintage wine from fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
and it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
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