Eustacia Vye, Forbidden fruit of my eye Oh, why the long face of utter sorrow? I was getting high When you proposed that you and I Clandestinely meet on the morrow
But I haven't seen it yet, no I want to see it, yes So let me get you into bed So I can see it
I'm glad you were born, kid We are stars in a septic sea Meet me in the sky So we can be free
My Bostonian love, Out of fear of sounding dumb... I think you have a drinking problem And my Bostonian love, Out of fear of sounding dumb again... Why do you date so may women?
But I haven't seen it yet, no I want to see it, yes So let me get you into bed So I can see it
I'm glad you were born, kid We are stars in a septic sea Meet me in the sky So we can be free
I'm glad you were born, kid We are stars in a septic sea Meet me in the sky So we can be free
I'm glad you were born, kid We are stars in a septic sea Meet me in the sky So we can be free