17 and never done it. Oh what a waste, oh what a crime. 17 and never done it and I'll soon be past me prime. Every Saturday night I pray to God tonight's the night that I lose my virginity. But every Saturday night it's always the same, I'm so ashamed. The old shebang have a bang but never me. If me mates learned of my disgrace, I'd never be able to show my face. How I wish I'd never done it. Oh what a reckless fool I've been. Here I am a fallen woman and I'm only 17. Every Saturday night I said to myself no not tonight. No way, no how, no sorry. Then came that fateful night my iron resolve simply dissolved. Where some blokes bought me coke with a bottle of Bacardi. If the girls learned of my disgrace, I'd never be able to show my face. Don't you find it quite ironic not to say a little mad. How the boys boast they have when they haven't. And the girls swear they haven't when they have. How I wish I'd never done it. I think about it such a lot. What will I say to Mr Right? It's no wonder I've got spots. How can I with ugly conscience walk down the aisle dressed in white? I'm prepared like all the fellas. Oh what a fool I've been. Mum bought me rubber like the rest. And I'm only 17. And to prevent last minute fumbles I put it on before I left. Seventeen. Seventeen. Seventeen.