Sweet Potato Lyrics - Colour The Small One - Sia

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 

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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 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 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 

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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?