Don't Call Me Whitney, Bobby Lyrics - 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 

Where's 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 

Its not the milk you see 

Its 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 

Its not the milk you seek 

Its the sun you need 

And the sleek sleek skeleton I hold 

Where are the hidden folds 

Where's the meat that you eat