Sylvia Plath

I wish i had a sylvia plathbusted tooth and a smileand cigarette ashes in her drinkthe kind that goes out and then sleeps for a weekthe kind that goes out on herto give me a reason, for well, i dunnoAnd maybe she'd take me to franceor maybe to spain and she'd ask me to dancein a mansion on the top of a hillshe'd ash on the carpetsand slip me a pillthen she'd get me pretty loaded on ginand maybe she'd give me a bathhow i wish i had a sylvia plathAnd she and i would sleep on a boatand swim in the sea without clotheswith rain falling fast on the seawhile she was swimming away, she'd be winking at metelling me it would all be okayout on the horizon and fading awayand i'd swim to the boat and i'd laughi gotta get me a sylvia plathAnd maybe she'd take me to franceor maybe to spain and she'd ask me to dancein a mansion on the top of a hillshe'd ash on the carpetsand slip me a pillthen she'd get me pretty loaded on ginand maybe she'd give me a bathhow i wish i had a sylvia plathi wish i had a sylvia plath