Lyrics:

Light brown hair Down around her shoulders Yellow vest Summer dress And a smile Someone said they thought that she looked older But she's seventeen And I wish that She was mine You want to see the way She looked at me Y.V.O.N.N.E. Strangers come and go Through Salthill summers Each year see's new faces In the sunshine But mercy girl Yvonne She was my favourite She's seventeen And I wish that She was mine You want to see the way She looked at me Copyright: MoranDohertyCartonDonnelly