On the horizon and fading away
How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath!
In a mansion on the top of a hill
I gotta get me a Sylvia Plath
And she and I would sleep on a boat
The kind that goes out on her
Maybe she'd take me to France
Then she'd get pretty loaded on gin
Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance
Kind that goes out and then sleeps for a week
Maybe she'd give me a bath
Cigarette ashes in her drink
Or maybe to Spain and she'd ask me to dance
Then she'd get me pretty loaded on gin
She'd ash on the carpets and slip me a pill
Maybe she'd take me to France
In a mansion on the top of a hill
With rain falling fast on the sea
And I'd swim to the boat and I'd laugh
And swim in the sea without clothes
She was swimming away, she'd be winking at me
To give me a reason, for well, I don't know
She'd ash on the carpets and slip me a pill
Telling me it would all be okay
And maybe she'd give me a bath
How I wish I had a Sylvia Plath
