You got the sun kissing on you
Oh how I want to be the sun for you
And your hair falling down your face
From eyes, to your smile, to your thighs
Such style and grace

(CHORUS)
Not let’s all just go get high
We can touch the sky
We’re aviators in this dream
It’s my fantasy
For you to be my festival girl

Now, baby baby, baby, I can’t help myself
Well there’s something about the way
You’re moving here tonight
It’s like a drug, I can’t live without your love
Baby I’m addicted, ain’t it plain to see

(CHORUS & INSTRUMENTAL INTERLUDE)

BRIDGE
Oh, they don’t make ‘em like they used to
But at least they made you
They don’t make ‘em like they used to
Stevie, you’re the kind of queen that keeps my heart open
Keeps me holding on
So go on, cut me up and tear me open
If that’s what it’s gotta be

(CHORUS)
Not let’s all just go get high
You can tell me everything’s gonna be alright
Aviators in this dream
It’s my fantasy
For you to be my festival girl

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