She was seventeen, I was twentyone
And I thought it worked out fine
I was unemployed, she was still in school
But she ditched it from time to time
We used to softly speak beneath the Pine trees
On our way to her Dad's house
And her use of words that I'd never heard
Was enough to get me aroused
And she gave me knowledge, an invaluable advice
Don't let your toung slip, it might spoil the surprise
She was nothing short of a mystery that I never figured out
Like a fairytale, she was my Nightingale
She was a conjurer of Doubt
But it was never more than a young mans dream
And we went our seperate ways
And away she flew, this little Nightingale
Wouldn't surprise me if she reached outer space
But she gave me knowledge, an invaluable advice
Don't let your toung slip, it might spoil the surprise
'Cause love is a Jukebox set on shuffle or repeat
And if you get to play a song
Make sure to keep the beat
She was seventeen, I was twentyone
And I thought it worked out fine