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