segunda-feira, setembro 22, 2008

Sylvia Plath





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


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Às 22 setembro, 2008 21:48 , Blogger M.A. disse...

Amigaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! tou aqui!!!!! para quando um coffee??? miss youuuuu! wish u the best!!! ainda nao me esqueci de uma coisa q me disseste no final do ano passado e q quase tds os meses tem acontecido...
Vou adicionar o teu blog, boa? :D
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