Sweet Potato Sia

[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