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…