Geez, Louise!
Where on earth have you been?
It's been such a long time
Around and back again
So, I've been thinking
How could we be seventeen and still believe
That happiness could ever be after anyone like ourselves?
Hey, did I ever tell you I could see
Guarantees within your smiles?
But we never once agreed on anything that was worthwhile
So, how could we be seventeen
And still believe that happiness could ever be anything but what they told us it would be: obscene
Oh, now it's safe to believe
That you'll get what you need
That you'll get all you deserve
That there's such things as solemn words like "always", always, always, always
When the truth of the matter is