Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Potato

She cooks you sweet potato, you don't aubergine
She knows to boil the kettle you hum bars from Grease
She senses you are but still she can't be sure
And so she stands and waits, anticipating your thoughts

How can she the psychic
That she longs to be to you
How can she become the
That she longs to be to you

He brushes
He she likes fresh breath
He rushes to the
He waits atop the

brought with him a Mars bar
She will not buy
And later perform
A lorn serenade, a trade

How can he become the
That he longs to be to you
How can he the psychic
That he longs to be to you

So give her information to her fill the holes
Give an ounce of power so he does not feel
Help her to acknowledge the pain you are in
Give to him a glimpse of that your skin

Now my inner dialog is heaving with
I am a martyr and a and I need to be caressed
I hate that you negate me, I'm a at beck and call
I'm failing and placating, I berate myself for

I'm a
I'm a

He greets the stranger meekly, a thing that she
She sees him often with chocolate on the steps
He senses she is lonely, she's glad finally met
They take each other's hands, walk the sunset
Do you sweet potatoes?