Skinny Boy Songtext
von Amy Millan

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...