The Proclaimers - 17 lyrics

[The Proclaimers - 17 lyrics]

Oh she's only seventeen
Whine, whine, whine, weep over everything
Bloody Mary breakfast busting up the street
Brothers fighting
When's the baby gonna sleep
Heaving ship too sails away
Said it's a culmination of a
Story and a goodbye session
It's a tick of our time and the tic in
Her head that made me feel so strange
Said I could call you baby
I could call you, dammit
It's a one in a million
Oh it's the rolling of your Spanish
Tongue that made me wanna stay

I could call you baby, I
Could call you, dammit
It's a one in a million
Oh it's the rolling of your Spanish
Tongue that made me wanna stay

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