Text size:
She Amcooks you sweet potato, you don't like aubergine
She Gknows to boil the kettle when you hum bars from Grease
She Amsenses you are lonely but still she can't be sure
And Gso she stands and waits, stands anticipating
(your thoughts) Em A D
How can she become the psychic that she longs to be to understand you
How can she become the psychic Emthat she longs to be to undersAtand you D
He Ambrushes thoroughly, he know she likes fresh breath
He Grushes to the station, he waits atop the steps
He's Ambrought with him a Mars bar, she will not buy Nestle
And Glater he'll perform a love lorn serenade, a trade
How can he become the psychic Emthat he longs to be to undersAtand you D
How can he become the psychic Emthat he longs to be to undersAtand you D
So Amgive her information to help her fill the holes
GGive an ounce of power so he does not feel controlled
AmHelp her to acknowledge the pain that you are in
GGive to him a glimpse of that beneath your skin C
And Fnow my inner Emdialog is Dheaving with deCtest
I am a Ammartyr and a Bmvictim and I Cneed to be caDressed
I Fhate that you neEmgate me, I'm a Dghost at beck and Ccall
I'm Amfailing and plaBmcating, I beCrate myself for sDtaying
I'm Fa fool,Em DI'mC a AmfoolBm Em A D Em A D
He Amgreets the stranger meekly, a thing that she accepts
She Gsees him waiting often with chocolate on the steps
He Amsenses she is lonely, she's glad they finally met
They Gtake each other's hands walk into the sunset
Do Cyou like sweet potatoes?
📱 Compartilhe esta música
💚 Compartilhe com amigos músicos