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. . .