Mmh you're sticking
to my finger
Mmh you smell
like used before
Mmh your skin
to me tastes rotten
Let me lick a little more
First time we walked the
junkyard you said
the magic words
Love should be decorated
with a little bit of dirt
More or less neglected
from backbone to the heart
It was more than
I expected and I knew
it from the start
That you'd fit
into my trash box
Mmh a perfect
place to be
Although I know
how much that cash sucks
I want you there for free