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 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?