“When I was 17, 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 17…
“When I was 21, 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 21…â€
Classic Sinatra.