Pansy Division - Trash | Текст песни

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Are you customized or ready-made?
Heavy metal, trick or treat
Uh-huh

He's only seventeen
On the level, trashes me
Uh-huh, uh

Teenage fever, oh you got it bad
Caught the flavor, want it all
Uh-huh

He's only seventeen
Bet you love the trash I meet
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah

His tangled hair trails halfway down his back
On his head, a backwards baseball cap

He's only seventeen
I'll pick up the trash I see
Uh-huh, uh
Uh-huh, uh
Uh-huh, uh

Oh!

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