Westwood girls in their skirts and their turtle necks
Starting the day with their coffee and cigarettes
Says she's from Taipei, now lives in Texas
I love the way they stand on their own, their own, their own
Washington DC never forget this
Blame nothing, swear you're an architect
Names, faces, outstanding places
I love the way they stand on their own, their own, their own
Come down and see
They'll let you in
At seventeen
They let you in
I'm on a page turner, forward to never stop
I couldn't miss if you wanted that
Came up from home town, now you can feel down
I love the way they stand on their own, their own, their own
Come back and use me, now you can never spend
I told you, save for another friend
I was okay but you surely convinced me
I love the way they stand on their own, their own, their own
Come down and see
They'll let you in
At seventeen
They let you in
Or the years between
They let you in
They let you in