# a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

Versuri It was a very good year
- Kiki Dee

Wh

en I was seventeen.

It was a very good year.

It was a very good year for small town girls.

And soft summer nights.

We'd hide from the lights.

On the village green.

When I was seventeen.

When I was twenty-one.

It was a very good year.

It was a very good year for city girls.

Who lived up the stair.

With all that perfumed hair.

And it came undone.

When I was twenty-one.

When I was thirty-five.

It was a very good year.

It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls.

Of independent means.

We'd ride in limousines.

Their chauffeurs would drive.

When I was thirty-five.

But now the days grow short.

I'm in the autumn of the year.

And now I think of my life as vintage wine.

From fine old kegs.

From the brim to the dregs.

And it poured sweet and clear.

It was a very good year.

It was a mess of good years