I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
Busted tooth and a smile
And ciggarette 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
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Maybe she'd take me to France
Or maybe to Spain she'd ask me to dance
In a mansion on the top of the hill
She'd ash on the carpets and slip me a pill
Then she'd get me pretty loaded on gin
And maybe she'd give me a bath
How I wish I had a Sylivia Plath
And she and I would sleep on a boat