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Sweet potato lyrics
Sweet potato lyrics
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Sweet potato lyrics

She cooks you sweet potato, you don't like aubergine,

She knows to boil the kettle when you hum bars from Grease.

She senses you are lonely, but still she can't be sure,

And so she stands and waits anticipating your thoughts.

How can she become the psychic,

That she longs to be to understand you?

How can she become the psychic,

That she longs to be to understand you?

He brushes thoroughly,

He know she likes fresh breath.

He rushes to the station,

He waits atop the steps…

He's brought with him a Mars bar,

She will not buy Nestle.

And later he'll perform

A love-lorn serenade, a trade.

How can she become the psychic,

That she longs to be to understand you?

How can she become the psychic,

That she longs to be to understand you?

So give her information to help her fill her holes,

Give an ounce of power so he does not feel controlled.

Help her to acknowledge the pain that you are in,

Give to him a glimpse of that beneath your skin…

Now my inner dialogue is heaving with detest,

I am a martyr and a victim and I need to be caressed.

I hate that you negate me; I'm a ghost at beck and call;

I'm falling and placating, I berate myself for staying.

I'm a fool,

I'm a fool…

He greets his stranger meekly, a thing that she accepts,

She sees him waiting often with chocolate on the steps.

He senses she is lonely, she's glad they finally met,

They take each other's hands, walk into the sunset.

Do you like sweet potatoes?

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