Seventeen

White skin underwater

You know she's somebody's daughter

You know I'm somebody's daughter

I'm here tonight and I want her

I'm here tonight and I've got her

And it's cold in the water

I wonder if I should bother

You know she's somebody's daughter

When she gets old it'll haunt her

I'm here tonight, I have got her

And 17

So unclean, yeah

When I was young I was far-out

We can hold hands, we can make out

Sit silent or cry out

You're pretty when you cop out

Transgendered and washed out

And I can see past your short hair

Tellin' me that you don't care

He ain't here but here's somewhere

I'm all fucked up so I don't care

I know I'm in, but I'm out there, oh

And 17

So unclean, ah

And 17

So unclean

Will they ever forgive us

All wet-lipped and guiltless?

In our heads, we're like winners

Though we're all just beginners

At some miserable game

I'll take you out to Arkansas

Where there's beer and molasses

We'll let the times fly on past us

The whole world, kiss our asses

Through red trees and white trashes

And 17

So unclean, ah

And 17

So unclean

Oh my God