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 Because I know how much that cash sucks, I want you there for free