i wish i had a sylvia plathbusted 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, 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
and maybe she'd give me a bath
how i wish i had a sylvia plath
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