Skinny Boy

F C Bb (2x)
F Bb F


F C Bb

Skinny boy, all bones, no lies
Your so miserable in the mornings
Will You will wait up for me?
It's sordid and I can't find my feet

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F
and you’ve got lips I could spend a 
day with


F C Bb

Skinny boy, some where, some 
prostitution
some devour, some doubt, some dance
They're coming with swords through 
the backdoor
and there you are on the fence

F
with those lips I could spend a day 
with.


F C Bb

When it's done I'll drink champagne 
to the lonely, lonely in me [only 
me?]
Monday, Tuesday - so lonely [it's 
only me?]
Wednesday, Thursday - only me
Friday, Saturday - only me
Here comes Sunday