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She cooks you sweet potato, you don't like aubergineShe knows to boil the kettle when you hum bars from GreaseShe senses you are lonely but still she can't be sureAnd so she stands and waits, stands anticipating your thoughtsHow can she become the psychic that she longs to be to understand youHow can she become the psychic that she longs to be to understand youHe brushes thoroughlyHe know she likes fresh breathHe rushes to the stationHe waits atop the stepsHe's brought with him a Mars barShe will not buy NestleAnd later he'll performA love-lorn serenade, a tradeHow can he become the psychic that he longs to be to understand youHow can he become the psychic that he longs to be to understand youSo give her information to help her fill the holesGive an ounce of power so he does not feel controlledHelp her to acknowledge the pain that you are inGive to him a glimpse of that beneath your skinNow my inner dialogue is heaving with detestI am a martyr and a victim and I need to be caressedI hate that you negate me, I'm a ghost at beck and callI'm failing and placating, I berate myself for stayingI'm a foolI'm a foolHe greets the stranger meekly, a thing that she acceptsShe sees him waiting often with chocolate on the stepsHe senses she is lonely, she's glad they finally metThey take each other's hands, walk into the sunsetDo you like sweet potato?
