Liane Carroll - Best [compilation] (2007) by Liane Carroll (보컬) on maniadb.com

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
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth

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 murmur 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 home-town queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company and haven for the elderly

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 due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen

To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me

We all play the game and when we dare
To 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

I fell asleep down by the stream And there i had the strangest dream Down by brennan's glenn there grows A briar and a rose There's a tree in the forest But i don't know where I built a nest out of your hair And climbing up into the air A briar and a rose I don't know how long it has been But i was born in brennan's glenn And near the end of spring there grows A briar and a rose I picked the rose one early morn I pricked my finger on a thorn They'd grown so close Their winding wove The briar around the rose I tried to tear them both apart I felt a bullet in my heart All dressed up in spring's new clothes The briar and the rose And when i'm buried in my grave Tell me so i will know Your tears will fall To make love grow The briar and the rose And when i'm buried in my grave Tell me so i will know Your tears will fall To make them grow The briar and the rose Your tears will fall To make them grow The briar and the rose