Текст Celine Dion – At Seventeen

I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear-skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired

And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say «Come dance with me»
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn’t all it seems at seventeen

A brown-eyed girl in hand-me-downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said «Pity, please, the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve
The rich-relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly

So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debentures of quality and dubious integrity
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment’s due
Exceeds accounts received, at seventeen

To those of us who knew the pain

We all play the game and when we dare
We cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say «Come dance with me»
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me, at seventeen