You told her to be patient
You told her to be kind
Then how come only skinny wound up in the title line?
(Unless, of course, the skinny was the real thing on your mind.)
You croon at her with silky words as you come down upon her
Your minor chords and throaty cries a false complex of honor
Skinny love, oh skinny love, what really does that mean?
All your words are mumbled, slurred, as they come in-between.
She listens not within the song for emptiness or lies
There’s something captivating ‘bout the intrigue in your eyes
The way you call her skinny love and stare with passion deep
She lies awake and thinks of you, you suck away her sleep
Mumble-slur the verses so that skinny’s all that’s clear
No wonder skinny’s all that young girls want to be and hear
Patient, kind, get tossed aside, the intrigue’s in the thin
All hail Skinny, full of grace, not thoughts but purely skin
Pinterest, Tumblr, kissing shots of sunsets and of beds
Favorite, like, re-tweet until that’s all that’s in our heads
Be skinny, please a man, they say, and that will make it right
Don’t think about your purpose as you lie awake at night
No thank you, crooner man, I say, I’ll keep my carbs and dreams
Go try another girl with your guitar and skinny jeans.