Seventeen - Hanne Hukkelberg

He's seventeen, he's like a machine

He's of steel, he's a cog in the wheel

A spine so steep, he'd never weep

But you could buy him pretty cheap

Didn't fit in school, a stupid rule

Made him a fool but bragging bold

What he's been told, that's his gold

A perfect master's tool

Dignity is astray if you can pay

He would even gladly

Go the easy way out

Line of least resistance

He's the king of cash

He's a gold digger soldier

Unknowingness are hurting less

Won't be a mess, affordability and getting things for free

Is of importance to be fed on champagne and

Get it directly in the vein

He's a puppet in a show

Just an undertow

But he doesn't know