Stephen, You’re Still Really Something

Stephen, you're still really something
England has its certain nerve and
Stephen, I'll tell you something
Stephen, let's bring down the curtains

A lonely love god
You must take it hard
We're coming, sweet stuff
Well, well, we know that we tried

Well, Stephen
You're still really something

Stephen, electric lady
Stephen, oh, she ain't my baby
Stephen, I was once anorexic
Stephen, I'm a reborn skeptic

Oh, curse and coerce
Is it why it so hurts
And these amateur hours
Those tears to this power

Stephen, you're still really something

If I'm going down, I'll pull you down with me
If I'm locked away, send me poetry
Could I be more entrancing in my bravest smile
We still get this urge to be infantile

Oh, Stephen
Turning it even
Stephen
No need for treason

Stephen, what's on the jukebox?
Stephen, enough with the frog talk
Stephen, I thought I just met ya
Stephen, I resent your recension

Did you take the wrath down a whole new path
It's a lump in your throat from back
And it's grown

Oh, Stephen
You're still really something

And if I'm going down, I'll pull you down with me
And I'm locked away, send me poetry
Could I be more entrancing in my profane-ist smile
Oh, I still get this urge to be infantile

Oh, Stephen
You're still really something
Oh, Stephen
You're still really something

Did you take the wrath down a whole new path
It's a lump in your throat from back
And it's grown

Oh, Stephen
You're still really something
Oh, Stephen
You're still really something
Oh, Stephen
You're still really something
Oh, Stephen
You're still really something