The Babys - Sweet 17 Lyrics
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Sweet 17
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What Are The Lyrics For Sweet 17 By The Babys?
Sixteen going on seventeen
But she thinks that she's twenty-one Doing things she ain't done before Got her hands on a loaded gun Talking 'bout Sweet seventeen Got a mouthful of sticky stuff Blowing bubbles in the parking lot She's in love with a film star So she gives it everything she's got Her daddy tells her she's crazy And her momma says Please slow down See her out on the dance floor She's gonna wind up in the lost and found I'm talking about (Fifteen sixteen seventeen) Sweet seventeen (Fifteen sixteen seventeen) Sweet seventeen I wouldn't say she's easy But she's the kinda girl that won't say no She's always getting into trouble Though she's only got a year to go She's got a record with the local sherriff And a reputation coast to coast (Fifteen sixteen seventeen) Sweet seventeen (Fifteen sixteen seventeen) Sweet seventeen Sixteen going on seventeen And she acts like she's twenty-one Counting days til she's eighteen She's rated expert She's having fun I'm talking 'bout (Fifteen sixteen seventeen) Sweet seventeen (Fifteen sixteen seventeen) Sweet seventeen (Fifteen sixteen seventeen) You know what I mean (Fifteen sixteen seventeen) Sweet seventeen |
Who Wrote Sweet 17 By The Babys?
John Charles Waite, Jonathan Cain, Walter Frederick Stocker
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What's The Duration Of The Sweet 17 By The Babys?The duration of Sweet 17 is 2:47 minutes and seconds. |
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