Julie Andrews - Sixteen Going on Seventeen Lyrics
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Sixteen Going on Seventeen
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What Are The Lyrics For Sixteen Going on Seventeen By Julie Andrews?
You wait, little girl, on an empty stage
For fate to turn the light on Your life, little girl, is an empty page That men will want to write on To write on You are sixteen going on seventeen Baby, it´s time to think Better beware, be canny and careful Baby, you´re on the brink You are sixteen going on seventeen Fellows will fall in line Eager young lads and rogues and cads Will offer you food and wine Totally unprepared are you To face a world of men Timid and shy and scared are you Of things beyond your ken You need someone older and wiser Telling you what to do I am seventeen going on eighteen I´ll take care of you I am sixteen going on seventeen I know that I´m naive Fellows I meet may tell me I´m sweet And willingly I believe I am sixteen going on seventeen Innocent as a rose Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies What do I know of those Totally unprepared am I To face a world of men Timid and shy and scared am I Of things beyond my ken I need someone older and wiser Telling me what to do You are seventeen going on eighteen I´ll depend on you |
Who Wrote Sixteen Going on Seventeen By Julie Andrews?
Oscar Hammerstein Ii, Richard Rodgers
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What's The Duration Of The Sixteen Going on Seventeen By Julie Andrews?The duration of Sixteen Going on Seventeen is 3:20 minutes and seconds. |
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