Don't Call Me Whitney, Bobby

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