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'm crazy
Is that why you won't call me?
Steve, don't you think I'm pretty?
Do you not love me, is that why you won't call me?

'Cause your my object
'm crazy
Is that why you won't call me?
Steve, don't you think I'm pretty?
Do you not love me, is that why you won't call me?

'Cause your my object
Lyrics by stephen egerton and bill stevenson music by stephen egerton ain't it funny everybody thinks that I'm a slime and I've never done much
she's not mine

Like a mountain that stands so high
Her tears mean nothing to me
'Cause I'm too blue to cry

and somedays all I do
Is think about her
I think I'll disappear into the bishop's mall 
And take a look at what we offer 
DDT poisoning me changing my relativity 
What's it going to be
On and on
Stephen Bishop

Down in Jamaica
They go lots of pretty women
Steal your money
Then they break your heart
Lonesome sue, she's in love with
On and on
Stephen Bishop

Down in Jamaica
They go lots of pretty women
Steal your money
Then they break your heart
Lonesome sue, she's in love with
On and on
Stephen Bishop

Down in Jamaica
They go lots of pretty women
Steal your money
Then they break your heart
Lonesome sue, she's in love with
thought about you
The day Stephen died
And you met me between my breaking
I know that I still love you God
Despite the agony
See people they want
about You the day
Stephen died and You met me
Between my breaking
I know that I still love You
God, despite the agony

They want to tell me You're
about You the day
Stephen died and You met me
Between my breaking
I know that I still love You
God, despite the agony

They want to tell me You're
up inside...

But she just wants to Fly...
And she says...

"I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET
I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET"


(c) 1996 Stephen Bishop
between my breaking.
I know that I still love You, God, despite the agony.
They want to tell me You're cruel,
But if Stephen could sing, he'd say it's
what makes me scream 

[Chorus]

I was never ever frightened
By the murderer on our block
He nurtured orchids and raised hamsters
The neighborhood
else to blame
But when I ask the sky's opinion
'Bout what he thinks is going on
Don't go astray, it's just another day
Big western sky, shooting stars
She, shining like a star, like a sun, like a moon
And all that other stuff you know
I wanted everything, she gave me everything
But everything is
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?

Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
is he?
Where and what his dwelling?

Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes's
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
Yonder peasant, who is he, where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence, by
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain,
Right against the forest fence
By
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint
do not know this man he is no friend of mine. Paul stood by as Stephen died and showed no remorse. Beat down till he was dead. Paul, what a wretched
"Ok, sure. Uhh, by the way, what is this for?"
 [Signing receipt]
 [F2:] "Just so I could have proof for my friends that 
 I met the biggest fuckin'
peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?
Sire, he lives a good league hence,
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint