Stevie was a connoisseur Everybody wanted to be her She chose her friends as carefully as she chose her words She was so sure about it all
Oh Stevie was a hero once Had all the things I'd never touch She wrote in sterling silver with a ballpoint pen Cold blooded chameleon
Oh Stevie, oh Stevie Why can't you see You're a god to me
Oh Stevie, oh Stevie Why can't you see You're a god to me
Stevie was an ice maiden Not sure really worth saving Alcatraz has nothing on her after all this time Still I didn't search behind those eyes
Oh Stevie where are you going to Oh you're as tight lipped as a bottle all screwed If I had the chance to peer inside your mind Give up your mystery, why think twice
Oh Stevie, oh Stevie Why can't you see You're a god to me
Oh Stevie, oh Stevie Why can't you see You're a god to me
Tea-leaves in the cup You're a good friend of mine How the sober are Thirsty for the sweet wine
Now that Stevie has locked her keys in her mind Got to open up, lay herself on the line (lay herself on the line)
Tea-leaves in the cup You're a good friend of mine How the sober are Thirsty for the sweet wine
Now that Stevie has locked her keys in her mind (in her mind) Got to open up, lay herself on the line (lay herself on the line)
Tea-leaves in the cup You're a good friend of mine How the sober are Thirsty for the sweet wine
Oh Stevie, oh Stevie Why can't you see You're a god to me
Oh Stevie, oh Stevie Why can't you see Oh give in to me
Compositores: Edward Henry Harcourt Smith (Harcourt Smith Edward Henry Richard), Lisa Helen Mitchell ECAD: Obra #4525753