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