Sia - Sweet Potato Lyrics






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 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 he become the psychic that he longs to be to understand you
How can he become the psychic that he 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 failing and placating, and berating 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?





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    Sia - Sweet Potato - Lyrics

    [Verse 1]
    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

    [Hook 1]
    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

    [Verse 2]
    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

    [Hook 2]
    How can he become the psychic
    That he longs to be to understand you
    How can he become the psychic
    That he longs to be to understand you

    [Verse 3]
    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

    [Bridge]
    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

    [Outro]
    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?

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    YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, YOU AND YOU ALONE

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    GÜZELLİĞİM

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    ♡♡♡♡♡

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    THIS... is real music

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    i love this

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    SIA! i just love you so much <3 <3 <3