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