Skinny Boy Lyrics

Amy Millan Skinny Boy

skinny boy, all bones no lies
youre so miserable in the mornings
will you wait up for me?
its sordid and I cant find my feet
and youve got lips I could spend a day with.

skinny boy, some love some prostitution.
some denial 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
only in me
monday, tuesday so lonely
wednesday, thursday only me
friday, saturday only me
here comes sunday