Skinny boy all bones no lies

Your so miserable in the mornings

Will you will wait up for me

Its sordid and I cant find my feet

And you ' ve got lips

I could spend a day with

Skinny boy some where 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 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