My skin is
White as parchment
Drier than a downtown office building
Where the air is tight
There's time spent
Resting on her bones
Waiting for the telephone to ring
Ba-ring ba-ring ba-ring ...
Bo-ring bo-ring bo-ring ...
My skin is
Cold as her toes on the bathroom floor
Run back to bed and slam the door
Oh what a lovely sound
Oh how it shakes the ground
Oh what a lovely sound
Oh what a lovely sound
Oh what a lovely...
Skin is my
It's the only thing
That doesn't really fly in my land
And love, oh love
Is my love is
It's the only thing that
bu*terfly in Thailand
Let it be printed on every t-shirt in this land
On the finest of cottons and the hippest of brands
In bolder letters than the capital I
It's the only thing, it's the only thing
It's the only lonely, whoa
My skin is
White as parchment
Drier than a downtown office building
Where the air is tight
There's time spent
Waiting for that
Macrame bird of prey
To come down and sing
La-ling la-ling la-ling...
Oh what a lovely sound
Oh how it shakes the ground
Oh what a lovely sound
Oh how it shakes the ground
Oh what a lovely sound
Oh what a lovely sound
Oh how it shakes the ground
Oh what a lovely sound
Oh how it shakes the ground
Oh what a lovely sound
Oh, oh what a lovely sound