Tekstovi: Musiq. Seventeen.

Five foot seven with light green eyes
Body built like a woman over twenty-five
Plus she push the whip that the average women couldn't get
Less she worked about two nine to five's

Girly played the game just a little too mature
She damn near had everything I was looking for
But things seemed shady when I asked my lady
To meet at the club, she had trouble at the door

That's when I found out that
She was only seventeen years old
And I couldn't see her no more

I ain't tryin' to see myself locked up
For knockin' up some young joan
How could I explain this situation to my family and all of my boys
I'm sorry, shorty but you've got to get gone , yeah

I tried to cut her off but she wasn't having it
She kept telling me her age didn't mean
And that's when she started to cry, "Baby, I need you in my life"
And without you I just couldn't handle it

So what's a brother to do, either way I lose
I could just say my piece
Or piss off her peeps
And talk it out with the boys in blue

'Cause when it comes down to it
She was just seventeen years old
And I was dead wrong from the door

I ain't tryin' to see myself locked up
For knockin' up some young joan
How could I explain this situation to my family and all of my boys
Sorry, shorty but you've got to get gone , yeah

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