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 the start    That you'd fit into my trash box  Mmh, a perfect place to be  Because I know how much that cash  sucks, I want you there for free