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All right, all right, all right. All right, come on. Baby love me. Baby, she can't care. Baby love me. Baby, she cannot care. Well I wanna tell ya. She was seventeen. She was perfect. Queen of the magazines. Letras de cancionesShe doesn't care, What she did. She didn't give a damn, What she did. She was my woman, seventeen. She was the queen of the magazines, oh right. I don't know what to tell ya. She was so good. Used to feel, Like I thought she would. Source: "Rock Is Dead" Studio Session - February 25, 1969 From Letras Mania