Her right hand closed the front porch doorSuddenly a child no moreAll the ribbons all the bows in a box now on her closet floorAnxious for what's to comeAfraid to leave a place she lovesShe's not a woman not a girlTrying to find her place in this crazy worldMeet a lover make a friendTry and figure out what this life really meansAfter 17Broken hearts and rusted dreamsSometimes make it hard to leave andCertainty is out of reach even with some self believeSo she bites her lip and shows a smileFlips her hair and flaunts her styleShe's not a woman not a girlTrying to find her place in this crazy worldMeet a lover make a friendTry and figure out what this life really meansAfter 17Her memories she stowed awayPulls them out on rainy daysAnd brand new faces take their place beside the onesthat never fade she's strong and fragile, weak and smartWhatever the cost she plays the partShe's not a woman not a girlTrying to find her place in this crazy worldMeet a lover make a friendTry and figure out what this life really meansAfter 17Her right hand closed the front porch doorAnd suddenly a child no more
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Alan Eugene Jackson (Newnan, Georgia, 17 de octubre de 1958) es un cantautor estadounidense de música country. Mezcla la música honky tonk con los sonidos habituales del country. Jackson ha grabado 17 álbumes de estudio, dos álbumes de Navidad, dos álbumes de…
