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skinny boy, all bones no lies your so miserable in the mornings will you will wait up for me? its sordid and I cant find my feet and you've got lips I could spend a day with. 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 with those lips I could spend a day with. when its done ill drink champagne to the lonely lonely in me monday, tuesday so lonely wednesday, thursday only me friday, saturday only me here comes sunday... Aus Songtexte Mania