Islands

Islands - Don't Call Me Whitney, Bob lyrics

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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 boy 

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 

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 

Sickheart 

Sweet body part 



Bones, bones brittle little bones 

It's not the milk you see 

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?
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