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
I wanna 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 many women?
But I haven't seen it yet
I wanna 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, we can be free
I'm glad you were born, kid
We are stars in a septic sea
Meet me in the sky, we can be free
I'm glad you were born, kid
We are stars in a septic sea
Meet me in the sky, we can be free
Meet me in the sky, we can be free