[bad word] on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt we were never here
My my my – my my my – my my my my – my my ...
Staring at the sink of blood and [bad word] veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My my my – my my my – my my my my – my my ...
Right in the moment this order's tall

I told you to be patient I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind
In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different kind
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines
 [bad word] on skinny love what happened here
Suckle on the hope in lite brassiere
My my my – my my my – my my my – my my ...
Sullen load is full so slow on the split

I told you to be patient I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced I told you to be kind
Now all your love is wasted then who the [bad word] was I?
Cause now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines

Who will love you? who will fight?
And who will fall, far behind?
 [bad word] on skinny love ........
My my my – my my my – my my my – my my ...