Stevie — Lisa Mitchell

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