From the recording Out Late

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Diana Di Gioia guitar, vocals
Gene Kelley guitar

Lyrics

Bring Me Back
Words & music by Diana Di Gioia


Bring me back to 17, but bring me back queer
Give me some boy-cut blue jeans, some biceps, and no fear
My best friend and I were always in love
Now we’ll make it perfectly clear
I wanna go back to 17, I wanna go back queer

All those wild hormones
Could have fueled a wild time
In my very own alternate universe
Where dykes are accepted just fine
Where girls go for girls, and kiss in the halls
Setting themselves on fire
Couldn’t we know, didn’t we know
We were made to follow our heart’s de-si-re

Bring me back to 17, but bring me back queer
Give me a dykie haircut, and a labrys on my ear
Send my parents to Montreal for the entire school year
I wanna go back to 17, I wanna go back queer

I used to say there was no way
I would ever want to go back
To the shyness and angst and uncertainty
With which 17 is wracked
But I long for a taste of my young queer self
And from here it is safe to pretend
That if you leave out the boys
What’s left are the joys
Of making it with your best friend

Bring me back to 17, but bring me back queer
Give me a rock and roll band
And a sexy, butchie leer
Let me go riding around in cars
Chasing girls both far and near
I wanna go back to 17, I wanna go back queer

Thank Goddess, the times are a changin’
And young girls are gettin’ the breaks
They won’t waste their youth
Or run from the truth
And they’ll learn from our mistakes
But with all of those boyfriends behind me
I still wanna know what I’ve missed
Had I felt so free that a girl like me
Could have given me my first kiss

Bring me back to 17, but bring me back Queer
Give me a PFLAG-friendly high school
Where no one will interfere
Let me be the me I have finally found
For just one of those teenage years
I wanna go back to 17, I wanna go back queer

Bring me back to 17, but bring me back gay
Give me a chance, at the high school dance
For Janey and I to slip away
In the Chevy’s back seat, our lips will meet
Our fingers will learn how to stray
I wanna go back to 17, I wanna go back gay

Bring me back to 17, but bring me back queer
Give me a sleeveless t-shirt, some biceps, and no fear
My best friend and I were made for each other
Now we’ll make it perfectly clear
I wanna go back to 17, I wanna go back queer
Bring me back to 17, but bring me back queer
I wanna go back to 17, I wanna go back queer