We’ve all had that one we often refer to as a ‘lost love‘. The one whom we figured we could have had if and whenever we wanted, except we were young and way too immature to realize what we had. And even worse, we never got to realize what we had until it was finally lost to us. Makes you wish you were back to been seventeen again.
She was only seventeen
Her name was Magdalene
Eyes and poise of a beauty queen, she was something
Out of a Playboy magazine.
She took me to places I’d never been
Where angels roamed like creatures under the sea
If this wasn’t love, then tell me
What else could it have been?
She explained to me dreams my heart doubt to feel
Eyes that saw the lilies in the field
One night she gave me a kiss, held my face
Told me to never ever leave.
Now she’s no longer seventeen:
Fast cars, champagne over glass
Thinking only of parties that will be
Oh, how I wish I was still seventeen.