Trash Box

You're sticking to my finger You smell like used before 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 A perfect place to be Although I know how much that cash s*cks I want you there for free You're sticking to my finger You smell like used before Your skin to me tastes rotten Let me lick a little more Won't you fit into my trash box? A perfect place to be Although I know how much that cash s*cks I want you there for free First time we walked the junkyard You said the magic words Love should be decorated With a little bit of dirt Won't you fit into my trash box? A perfect place to be Although I know how much that cash s*cks I want you there for free I want you there for free