Use to be a major scale
But the melody went stale
Musical cacophony let
Insy Winsy spider free

You’re a rich little boy
Who’s had to work for his toys
You’ve got all sensabilities oh
Of an upper class guy

noooo, No i’m not your little slave
No i don’t twist and turn that way
Only got bad things to say

Your always asking what is up, up with me
could never tell you what happened the day i turned
seventeen, the rise of a king and the fall of a queen
oh
seventeen, seven-teen

oh you were embarrassed of me
cause i used my toungue freely
bet you wish i couldn’t speak
cause when i do you know i tell you why you appear weak

You wanna hassle free life
go get your upper class wife
she’s got all personalities of
a lemon that has been truly sucked dry

you teach me how to behave
i felt you question the way
i was brought up as a baby
well you don’t know f*** about my family

could never tell you what happened the day i turned
seventeen, the rise of a king and the fall of a queen
oh
seventeen, seven-teen

the rise of a king, the fall of a queen

never felt like a princess
i use to kill myself in this dress
that it was just how things were meant to be

oh seventeen
seventeen