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