Trash Box

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