Trash Box - De-Phazz

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