Skinny Boy

Skinny boy, all bones, no lies

Your 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 back door

And there you are on the fence

With those lips I could spend a day with

When its done ill drink champagne to the lonely

Lonely in me

Monday, Tuesday, so lonely

Wednesday, Thursday, only me

Friday, Saturday, only me

Here comes Sunday