Oh Sylvia, Sylvia Plath
Soaked in the bathtub while I was pushing d** with my dad
Oh Sylvia, Sylvia Plath
Died with the lights off, I heard that doesn't hurt as much
We loved her like a good book
We loved her like a good book
Oh Sylvia, Sylvia Plath
Told lies in sweet pairs and brushed fire into her hair
Oh Sylvia, Sylvia Plath
Lay in her soft bed as soothing sleep touched her forehead
We loved her like a good book (4x)