Stephen, You’re 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're nothing but trouble 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 coerces Is 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 Would I be more entrancing if I prove that he's mine We still get this urge to be Valentine Oh, Stephen Turning it even Stephen No need for treason Stephen, what's on the jukebox? Stephen, enough with the fraud talk Stephen, I thought I'd just mention Oh, Stephen, I resent your recension Did you take a laugh And then hold me back It's a lump in your throat From that and it's grown Oh, Stephen You're still really something And if I'm going down, I'll pull you down with me If I'm locked away, send me poetry Would I be more attractive if I prove that he's mine Well, I still get this urge to be Valentine Oh, Stephen, you're still really something Oh, Stephen, you're still really something Whoa Did you take a round And then hold me back That's a lump in your throat That I can't disclose Stephen, you're still really something Ooh Stephen, you're still really something Stephen, you're still really something Oh Stephen, you're still really something Ooh Stephen, you're still really something