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 sucks
 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 sucks
 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 sucks
 I want you there for free
 I want you there for free