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, 
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

Meet me in the sky 
So we can be free