She wants to call me up at night
Looking for a fight
Ah ah ah ah ah
She thinks she's seventeen
All the boys gathered round
With open mouths
And drool down their jeans
As she strutted by
Now she's not in her teens
Everything
Is a carnival scene
With no prize
She wants to call me up at night
Looking for a fight
Ah ah ah ah ah
Trying it on with all the guys
Is this what she likes?
In her mind she's still seventeen
She could swallow your dreams
Too naive
To think you could be seen
By her eyes
Now she acts so tough
But she's a Russian doll
She's so small
But aren't we all
Young inside
Young inside
She wants to call me up at night
Looking for a fight
Ah ah ah ah ah
Trying it on with all the guys
Is this what she likes?
In her mind she's still seventeen
I get why she tries
But we're both lost somewhere in time
She wants to call me up at night
Looking for a fight
Ah ah ah ah ah
Tying it on with all the guys
Cos that's what she likes
If she wants to call me up at night
Looking for a fight
Ah ah ah ah ah
Trying it on with all the guys
Cos that's what she likes
Well that's fine cos I think I'm seventeen