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