Petal on the vine, too young to drink wine
Just five years a bleeder, student and a teacher
Far from innocent, what the fuck's consent?
Numbers told you not to, but that didn't stop you
Petal on the vine, too young to drink wine
Just five years a bleeder, student and a teacher
Far from innocent, what the fuck's consent?
Numbers told you not to, but that didn't stop you
[Chorus]
Finally twenty-nine
Funny, just like you were at the time
Thought it was a teenage dream, just a fantasy
But was it yours or was it mine?
Seventeen, twenty-nine
[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Seventeen, twenty-nine
[Verse 2]
Had me in your grip, went beautifully with
All my daddy issues and this shit continues
I see you're quite the collector
Yeah, you're twelve years her elder
Maybe now it doesn't matter
But I know fucking better
Now I know fucking better 'cause I'm
[Chorus]
Finally twenty-nine
Funny, just like you were at the time
Thought it was a teenage dream, just a fantasy
But was it yours or was it mine?
Seventeen, twenty-nine
[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Seventeen, twenty-nine
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Seventeen, twenty-nine
[Chorus]
Finally twenty-nine
Seventeen would never cross my mind
Thought it was a teenage dream, a fantasy
But it was yours, it wasn't mine
Seventeen, twenty-nine
[Outro]
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Kronblad på vintreet, for ung til å drikke vin
Bare fem år en blødning, elev og lærer
Langt fra uskyldig, hva faen samtykke?
Tall ba deg om ikke å gjøre det, men det stoppet deg ikke
[Kor]
Endelig tjueen
Morsomt, akkurat som du var den gangen
Trodde det var en tenåringsdrøm, bare en fantasi
Men var det ditt eller var det mitt?
Sytten, tjueni
[Post-kor]
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Sytten, tjueni
[Vers 2]
Hadde meg i grepet, gikk vakkert med
Alle pappaene mine og denne dritten fortsetter
Jeg ser at du er ganske samleren
Ja, du er tolv år hennes eldste
Kanskje nå spiller det ingen rolle
Men jeg vet jævla bedre
Nå vet jeg jævla bedre fordi jeg er det
[Kor]
Endelig tjueen
Morsomt, akkurat som du var den gangen
Trodde det var en tenåringsdrøm, bare en fantasi
Men var det ditt eller var det mitt?
Sytten, tjueni
[Post-kor]
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Sytten, tjueni
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Sytten, tjueni
[Kor]
Endelig tjueen
Sytten ville aldri krysse tankene mine
Trodde det var en tenåringsdrøm, en fantasi
Men det var ditt, det var ikke mitt
Sytten, tjueni
[Outro]
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh