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