Skinny Boy

Skinny boy, all bones no lies
You're so miserable in the morning
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, some where 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 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...