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Текст (слова) песни: Ryan Adams - Sylvia Plath
I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
Busted 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
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 pretty loaded on gin
And maybe she`d give me a bath
How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
And she and I would sleep on a boat
And swim in the sea without clothes
With rain falling fast on the sea
While she was swimming away, she`d be winking at me
Telling me it would all be okay
Out on the horizon and fading away
And I`d swim to the boat and I`d laugh
I gotta get me a Sylvia Plath
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 pretty loaded on gin
And maybe she`d give me a bath
How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
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