I'm so vain...*

When I was seventeen

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for small town girls

And soft summer nights

We’d hide from the lights

On the village green

When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for city girls

Who lived up the stair

With all that perfumed hair

And it came undone

When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls

Of independent means

We’d ride in limousines

Their chauffeurs would drive

When I was thirty-five

But now the days grow short

I’m in the autumn of the year

And now I think of my life as vintage wine

>from fine old kegs

>from the brim to the dregs

And it poured sweet and clear

It was a very good year

It was a mess of good years

It was a Very Good Year - Frank Sinatra

Na Vanity Jukebox toca a versão de Robbie Williams.

* I probably hope this song is about me