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