You were just a stranger
with your vodka soda.
Under the street ligths you were a sihllouhete, a cigarrette.
You look, you look like trouble
You look like beautiful trash.
You look, look so
holy, throug the smoke of the ash.
Oh, beautiful trash.
All of the street lights are singing your name,
like the night that I met you,
tonight is the same.
You burn it, burnt it down your ashes,
now I lost my logic.
At 4 am I think I may just stay up all night
if you got a light.
I wanted to take care, and make it my own.
I was no good there, smoking alone.
I wanted to take care, and make it my own.
I was no good there, smoking alone.
Beautiful trash,
beautiful trash,
beautiful trash,
beautiful trash,
oh, beautiful trash,
you, beautiful trash,
beautiful trash,
beautiful trash,
beautiful trash.
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