Stevie

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 one

Had all the things I'd never touched

She wrote in sterling silver

With a ballpoint pen

A coldblooded 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 I didn't search behind those eyes

Oh, Stevie where are you going to?

Oh, you're as tight lipped as a bottle screw

If I had the chance to peer inside your mind

Give up your mystery, oh, 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 herself on the line

Lay herself on the line

Tea leaves in the cup

You're a good friend of mine

Oh, how the sober are

Thirsty for the sweet wine

Oh, now that Stevie has

Locked her keys in her mind

In her mind

Got to open up

Lay herself 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