Amy Millan - Skinny Boy lyrics

Skinny Boy all bones no lies

You're so misserable in the morning

Will you wait up for me

It's sorted and I can't find my feet

and you've got lips

I could spend a day with

Skinny boy some rose some prositution

Some deny some doubt some debts

There comin' 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 only in me

Monday Tuesday it's only me

Wednesday Thursday only me

Friday Saturday only me

Here comes Sunday