Stevie was a connoisseur,
Everybody wanted to be her,
She chose her friends just 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 touched,
She wrote in sterling silver,
With a ballpoint pen,
A 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,
Naturally worth saving,
Alcatraz has nothing on her,
After all this time,
Still a dead-end search behind those eyes.
Oh, Stevie where you going to,
Oh, you're as tight-lipped as a bottle screw,
But if I had the chance,
To peer inside your mind,
And give up your mystery, I'd 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.
Oh, now that Stevie has locked her keys in her mind,
Oh, got to open up,
Lay heself 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, now that Stevie has locked her keys in her mind (in her mind),
Oh, got to open up,
Lay heself on the line (oh, 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.
the lyrics are actually:
Stevie was a connoisseur, Everybody wanted to be her, She chose her friends just 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 touched, She wrote in sterling silver, With a ballpoint pen, A 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, Naturally worth saving, Alcatraz has nothing on her, After all this time, Still a dead-end search behind those eyes.
Oh, Stevie where you going to, Oh, you're as tight-lipped as a bottle screw, But if I had the chance, To peer inside your mind, And give up your mystery, I'd 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.
Oh, now that Stevie has locked her keys in her mind, Oh, got to open up, Lay heself 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, now that Stevie has locked her keys in her mind (in her mind), Oh, got to open up, Lay heself on the line (oh, 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.