I love the ketchup on your lips
I love the dogshit on your shoes
I love the greenspan on your clips
Oh Garbage Lady, I got the blues
I love the ranced grease in your hair
I love your blind eye's broken glass
I love your mouldy underwear
Oh Garbage Lady, I don't care
You look that kind of hook
You smell that kind of hell
You taste that kind of waste
That I must fall in love with you