Don't Call Me Whitney, Bobby

Islands

Bones bones brittle little bones
It's not the milk you seek
It's the sun you need
And the sleek sleek skeleton I hold
Where are the hidden folds?
Wheres the meat that you eat?

Total void
Tells me stories
Sometimes they make me sorry
I need another
I need another
Sugar doughnut and muffin baby
This world is going crazy
I think I'm through listening to you

Bones bones brittle little bones
It's not the milk you see
It's just the sun you need
And the sleek sleek skeleton I hold
Where are the hidden folds?
Where is the meat that you eat?

Gonna make some plans
Wait and see
Turn it off
Turn me on
Open your eyes
Look around you
Fuck what you heard
You were lied to

Sweetheart
Sick body part
Sick heart
Sweet body part

Bones bones brittle little bones
It's not the milk you seek
It's the sun you need
And the sleek sleek skeleton I hold
Where are the hidden folds?
Where's the meat that you eat?

Written by: Islands
Sent by Jose. Revised by Katia.
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