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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 eatTotal 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 youBones 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 eatGonna 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 toSweetheart

Sick body part

Sickheart

Sweet body partBones 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

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