Skinny Boy

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...