| You’re sticking to my finger
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| You smell like used before
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| Your skin to me tastes rotten
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| Let me lick a little more
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| First time we walked the junkyard
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| You said the magic words
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| Love should be decorated
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| With a little bit of dirt
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| More or less neglected
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| From backbone to the heart
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| It was more than I expected
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| And I knew it from the start
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| That you’d fit into my trash box
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| A perfect place to be
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| Although I know how much that cash sucks
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| I want you there for free
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| 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
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| I want you there for free |