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Patricia Barber – 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 perfume
A 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
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 perfume
A 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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