Stevie

she was a gypsy
with a notion in her hair
growing apart from everyone
without a care
she would sit in her chair

talking about her eyes
using show and tell
to cover up her lies:
saying what she wants in disguise

no gold or silver dust
just a color on her nose
it was easy to uncover
whichever one she chose
she went where the wind blows

talking about her eyes
using show and tell
to cover up her lies:
saying what she wants in disguise

one man a lover
twenty women and a friend
she thought it was impossible
nearing a bend
her road would reach the end

into the shadows
her party went until four
singing love songs for everyone
still on the floor
she asked for nothing more

talking about her eyes
using show and tell
to cover up her lies:
saying what she wants in disguise