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