Skinny Boy Lyrics by Amy Millan

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Skinny Boy Lyrics by Amy Millan

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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

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

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