I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
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Busted tooth and a smile
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And cigarette ashes in her drink
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The 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 dunno
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And 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
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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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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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While 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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Out 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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And 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
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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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I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
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Sylvia Plath
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| Ryan Adams |
