Kings of Leon — 17 lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "17" by Kings of Leon.
Lyrics
Oh she’s only seventeen
Whine, whine, whine, weep over everything
Bloody Mary breakfast busting up the street
Brothers fighting, when’s the baby gonna sleep
Heaving ship too sails away
Said it’s a culmination of a story and a goodbye session
It’s a tick of our time and the tic in her head that made me feel so strange
Said I could call you baby, I could call you, dammit, it’s a one in a million
Oh it’s the rolling of your Spanish tongue that made me wanna stay
I could call you baby, I could call you, dammit, it’s a one in a million
Oh it’s the rolling of your Spanish tongue that made me wanna stay