Skinny boy, all bones no lies You're so miserable in the mornings Will you will 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
Skinny boy, somewhere some prostitution Some devour 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 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…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
