Текст: De-Phazz. 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