skinny boy, all bones no lies
you're so miserable in the mornings
will you will wait up for me?
it's sordid and I can't find my feet
and you've got lips I could spend a day with.
skinny boy, somewhere some prostitution.
some devour some doubt some dance.
they're coming with swords through the backdoor,
and there you are on the fence
with those lips I could spend a day with.
when it's done, i'll drink champagne to the lonely
lonely in me
monday, tuesday so lonely
wednesday, thursday only me
friday, saturday only me
here comes sunday…
Skinny Boy