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 te start

that you'd fit into my trash box
mmh, a perfect place to be
although i know how much that cash sucks,
i want you there for free