Touch of Trash Songtext

von Patricia Barber

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