Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Foreigner
Performer
Lou Gramm
Vocals
Mick Jones
Guitar
Rick Wills
Bass Guitar
Dennis Elliott
Drums
Ian McDonald
Keyboards
Al Greenwood
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lou Gramm
Songwriter
Mick Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mick Jones
Producer
Geoff Workman
Engineer
Ian McDonald
Producer
George Marino
Mastering Engineer
Roy Thomas Baker
Producer
Lyrics
Late last night
I get a call from a so-called friend
He wouldn't give his name
Says he saw you with another man
Feels like seventeen years
It's only seventeen days
Since I saw the real you
And I let you walk away
You left me broken
You left me stranded
The way you play this game of love
It's just plain underhanded
I spent a lot of time
And I spent all my money
Don't want no other fool
To put his hands on you
Who you been talkin' to?
Yeah, who you been walkin' with?
Seventeen, you're just seventeen
Seventeen
They said I was playin' with fire
I knew I had to take a chance
I had to take you higher
To a new experience
But little did I know
I'd never get that far
Girl, you know you put on quite a show
You're gonna be a star
When you grow older, girl
You'll remember I told you, girl
Seventeen, you're just seventeen
Seventeen, seventeen
Seventeen, you're just seventeen
Seventeen, seventeen
Seventeen, you're only seventeen
Seventeen, seventeen
Writer(s): John Lydon, Paul Thomas Cook, Glen Matlock, Stephen Philip Jones
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