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
My skin is
Cold as her toes on the bathroom floor
Run back to bed and slam the door
Oh what a lovely sound
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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
My skin is
Cold as her toes on the bathroom floor
Run back to bed and slam the door
Oh what a lovely sound
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
[/colour][/size][/b]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



