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Wish I had a Sylvia Plath |
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Busted tooth and a smile |
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Cigarette ashes in her drink |
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Kind that goes out and then sleeps for a week |
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The kind that goes out on her |
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To give me a reason, for well, I don't know |
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Maybe she'd take me to France |
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Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance |
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In a mansion on the top of a hill |
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She'd ash on the carpets and slip me a pill |
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Then she'd get me pretty loaded on gin |
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Maybe she'd give me a bath |
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How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath |
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And she and I would sleep on a boat |
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And swim in the sea without clothes |
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With rain falling fast on the sea |
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She was swimming away, she'd be winking at me |
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Telling me it would all be okay |
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On the horizon and fading away |
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And I'd swim to the boat and I'd laugh |
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I gotta get me a Sylvia Plath |
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Maybe she'd take me to France |
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Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance |
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In a mansion on the top of a hill |
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She'd ash on the carpets and slip me a pill |
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Then she'd get pretty loaded on gin |
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And maybe she'd give me a bath |
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How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath! |
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Wish I had a Sylvia Plath |
