Sia - Sweet Potato Lyrics
She cooks you sweet potato, you don't like aubergineShe knows to boil the kettle when you hum bars from greaseShe senses you are lonely but still she can't be sureAnd so she stands and waits, stands anticipating your thoughtsHow can she become the psychic that she longs to beTo understand youHow can she become the psychic that she longs to beTo understand youHe brushes thoroughlyHe knows she likes fresh breathHe rushes to the stationHe waits atop the stepsHe's brought with a mars barShe will not buy nestleAnd later he'll performA love-lorn serenade, a tradeHow can he become the psychic that he longs to beTo understand youHow can he become the psychic that he longs to beTo understand youSo give her information to help her fill her holesGive an ounce of power so he does not feel controlledHelp her to acknowledge the pain that you are inGive to him a glimpse of that beneath your skinNow my inner dialogue is heaving with detestI am a martyr and a victim and i need to be caressedI hate that you negate me I'm a ghost at beck and callI'm fading and placating, berate myself for stayingI'm a foolI'm a foolHe greets this stranger meekly a thing that she acceptsShe sees him waiting often with chocolate on the stepsHe senses she is lonely, she's glad they finally metThey take each other's hands, walk into the sunsetDo you like sweet potato
