Sweet Potato歌词

She cooks you sweet potato,
you don't like aubergine
She knows to boil the kettle
when you hum bars from Grease
She senses you are lonely
but still she can't be sure
And so she stands and waits,
stands anticipating your thoughts
How can she become the psychic
That she longs to be to understand you
How can she become the psychic
That she longs to be to understand you
He brushes thoroughly
He knows she likes fresh breath
He rushes to the station
He waits atop the steps
He's brought with him a Mars bar
She will not buy Nestlé
And later he'll perform
A love-lorn serenade, a trade
How can he become the psychic
That he longs to be to understand you
How can he become the psychic
That she longs to be to understand you
So give her information
to help her fill the holes
Give an ounce of power
so he does not feel controlled
Help her to acknowledge the pain
that you are in
Give to him a glimpse of
that beneath your skin
Now my inner dialogue is heaving with detest
I am a martyr and a victim and I need to be caressed
I hate that you negate me,
I'm a ghost at beck and call
I'm fading and placating,
berate myself for staying
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
He greets the stranger meekly,
a thing that she accepts
She sees him waiting often
with chocolate on the steps
He senses she is lonely she's glad they finally met
They take each other's hands walk into the sunset
Do you like sweet potato?