Touch of Trash - Patricia Barber
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Touch of Trash Lyrics
The perfect shade of lipstick
Of red pepper lies
Assertions carefully weaved into her style
Eyeliner drawn with another sinner's hand
Replication makes perfection;She's just a button short of trash.Matching toes and fingers
The peek-a-boo shoe
Manipulation
As subtle as the perfumeA South Beach tan
With sun-streaked dew
Orchestration and precision;
The girl works harder than you.Primitive inspiration
Packaged in modern disguise
Disposition
Permitting a glimpse of the thigh;Masculine resolve
With a feminine plan:Domination and submission.She smells the gas - then lights the match.Stylish deliberation
The chattel of Calvin Klein
Obsession,
Calculation of color and design.Glamour defined by supply and demand
Education and graduation;She's just a culture short of class.
Moment of indecision
Cool wind from the edge of the cliff
Intoxication
Feels like love when it looks like this.If truth is the price for a superficial charm
Night is laughing
Watching us do absolutely nothing:
Image and form
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