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
