Sylvia Plath (Live In Oslo)

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 own
To give me a reason, for well, I dunno

And maybe she'd take me to France
Or maybe to Spain, she'd ask me to dance
And mansion on the top of a hill
She'd ash on the carpets and slip me a pill

Then she'd get me pretty loaded on gin
Maybe she'd give me a bath
How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath

And she and I would sleep on 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

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 me pretty loaded on gin
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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Writer(s): Ryan Adams, Richard Causon
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