December, 1963 (oh, what A night)
Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My my my，my my my，my my my，my my ...
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
I told my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My my my，my my my，my my my，my my ...
Right in the moment this orders tall
I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balance
I told you to be kind
And In the morning Ill be with you
But it will be a different kind
Cause Ill be holding all the tickets
And youll be owning all the fines
Come on skinny love what happened here
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My my my，my my my，my my my，my my ...
Sullen load is full so slow on the split
I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balance
I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted
Then who the hell was I
Now Im breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines
Who will love you
Who will fight
And Who will fall far behind
Come on skinny love
My my my，my my my，my my my ，my my ...