I wish I had a Sylvia Plath Busted tooth and a smile And cigarette ashes in her drink The kind that goes out and then sleeps for a week The kind that goes out on her To give me a reason, for well, I dunno
And maybe she'd take me to France Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance In a mansion on the top of a hill She'd ash on the carpets And slip me a pill Then she'd get pretty loaded on gin And maybe she'd give me a bath How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
And she and I would sleep on a boat And swim in the sea without clothes With rain falling fast on the sea While she was swimming away, she'd be winking at me Telling me it would all be okay Out on the horizon and fading away And I'd swim to the boat and I'd laugh I gotta get me a Sylvia Plath
And maybe she'd take me to France Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance In a mansion on the top of a hill She'd ash on the carpets And slip me a pill Then she'd get pretty loaded on gin And maybe she'd give me a bath How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
“Uma pessoa habitua-se a que as coisas fiquem mais difíceis; uma pessoa deixa de se surpreender que as coisas extremamente difíceis fiquem ainda mais difíceis.”
