Skin And Bones

Skin And Bones
Singing in the rain, fluttering my wings.
i can fly on tuesdays 'cause i'm skin and bones.
but falling from the sky, i can't stand my ground.
my legs are always broken 'cause i'm skin and bones.
Yes i'm really delicate, and pasty white
like a china doll, i never learned to fight.
it doesn't really bother me, it bothers lizzy.
and i wouldn't mind changing, but i'm just too busy. . .
When your feeling down, i can't pick you up.
things are much too heavy when your skin and bones.
and when i see your face, i need a bodyguard.
someone to protect me when i'm feeling old.
Yes i'm really delicate. . .