Stevie was a connoisseur
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Everybody wanted to be her
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She chose her friends as carefully as she chose her words
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She was so sure about it all
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Oh Stevie was a hero once
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Had all the things I'd never touch
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She wrote in sterling silver with a ballpoint pen
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Cold blooded chameleon
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Oh Stevie, oh Stevie
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Why can't you see
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You're a god to me
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Oh Stevie, oh Stevie
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Why can't you see
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You're a god to me
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Stevie was an ice maiden
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Not sure really worth saving
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Alcatraz has nothing on her after all this time
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Still I didn't search behind those eyes
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Oh Stevie where are you going to
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Oh you're as tight lipped as a bottle all screwed
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If I had the chance to peer inside your mind
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Give up your mystery, why think twice
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Oh Stevie, oh Stevie
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Why can't you see
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You're a god to me
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Oh Stevie, oh Stevie
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Why can't you see
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You're a god to me
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Tea-leaves in the cup
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You're a good friend of mine
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How the sober are
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Thirsty for the sweet wine
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Now that Stevie has locked her keys in her mind
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Got to open up, lay herself on the line (lay herself on the line)
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Tea-leaves in the cup
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You're a good friend of mine
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How the sober are
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Thirsty for the sweet wine
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Now that Stevie has locked her keys in her mind (in her mind)
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Got to open up, lay herself on the line (lay herself on the line)
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Tea-leaves in the cup
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You're a good friend of mine
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How the sober are
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Thirsty for the sweet wine
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Oh Stevie, oh Stevie
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Why can't you see
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You're a god to me
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Oh Stevie, oh Stevie
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Why can't you see
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Oh give in to me
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Stevie
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Lisa Mitchell |