You took me to regents park
It was chill and it was dark

You took me to regents park
It was chill and it was dark

With your lips on top of mine
And your blonde hair and blue eyes

With your lips on top of mine
And your blonde hair and blue eyes

Seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Twenty four, twenty four
Seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Twenty four, twenty four

We went out to see live bands
In the shadows of my hand

We went out to see live bands
In the shadows of my hand

Typical north south collide
Love to hit you, hate to fight

Typical north south collide
Love to hit you, hate to fight

Seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Twenty four, twenty four
Seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Twenty four, twenty four

Seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Twenty four, twenty four
Seventeen, seventeen, seventeen
Twenty four, twenty four