Eustacia Vye

Eustacia Vye
Forbidden fruit of my eye
Oh why that 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 want to see it, yes
So let me get you into bed
So that I can see it

I'm glad you were born, kid
We are stars in a septic sea
Meet me in the sky
So that 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 want to see it, yes
So let me get you into bed
So that 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