Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
Amy Millan
[Verse]
Skinny boy, all bones, no lies
You're so miserable in the morning
Will you 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
[Verse]
Skinny boy, somewhere 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
[Outro]
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
Skinny Boy was written by Amy Millan.
Skinny Boy was produced by Ian Blurton.