Amy Millan - Skinny Boy lyrics

[Amy Millan - Skinny Boy lyrics]

Skinny boy, all bones, no lies
You're so miserable in the morning
Will you 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 denial, 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

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