Don’t Call Me Whitney, Bobby lyrics

by

Busdriver


[Chorus]
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 is the meat, did you eat?

[Verse 1]
Total void tells me stories
Sometimes they make me sorry
I need another
I need another
Sugar dumpling, muffin baby
This world is going crazy
I think I'm through listening to you

[Chorus]
Bones, bones, brittle little bones
It's not the milk you seek
It's just the sun you need
And the sleek, sleek skeleton I hold
Where are the hidden folds?
Where is the meat, did you eat?

[Verse 2]
Gonna make some plans, wait and see
Turn it off, turn me on
Open your eyes, look around you
f*ck what you heard
You were lied to
[Bridge]
Sweetheart, sick body part
Sickheart, sweet body part

[Chorus]
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, did you eat?
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