Virginia Woolf
Filled her pockets with stones
Virginia Woolf walked to the river alone
She was alright sylvia Plath
She laid down on the floor sylvia Plath
Opened one final door she was alright
She was alright she was all messed up
Sometimes you feel what you don't wanna feel
Sometimes it hurts
Where you don't wanna hurt

Sylvia Plath saw the world as it is
Sylvia Plath
Saw it wasn't no business of hers
She was alright virginia Woolf
She was good for a quote virginia Woolf
Knew that stones do not float
She was alright she was alright
She was all messed up

Sometimes you feel all messed up
Sometimes you feel she was all messed up
She's alright

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Writer(s): Robyn Hitchcock