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It Was A Very Good Year

(with Frank Sinatra)

When 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 stairs
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 are 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, it poured sweet and clear.
It was a very good year