Sia (Sia Furler)

Sia (Sia Furler) - Sweet Potato lyrics

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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

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 know 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 Nestle
And later he'll perform a love-lorn serenade, a trade

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?

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 dialoque 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 falling and placating and berate myself for staying

I'm a fool
I'm a fool

He greets his 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

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Copyrights:

Author: Jimmy Hogarth, Kevin Cormack

Composer: Samuel Dixon, Sia Furler

Publisher: Systematic Limited

Details:

Released in: 2004

Language: English

Appearing on: Colour The Small One (2004) , Best Of... (2012)

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