Standard (EADGBE)
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
and youve 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 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