My Miniature Garden - Kimbap Trash

Don't wanna be second best Don't wanna stand in line Don't wanna fall behind Don't wanna get caught out Don't want to do without Oh and the lesson I must learn Is that I've got to wait my turn Looks like I gotta be hot and cold Gotta be taught and told Got to be good as gold But perfectly, honestly Oh, I think it would be good for me 'Cause it's a hindrance to my health If I'm a stranger to myself Oh, miniature disasters and minor catastrophes Bring me to my knees Well, I must be my own master Or a miniature disaster will be, oh It will be the death of me I don't have to raise my voice Don't have to be underhand Just gotta understand That it's gonna be up and down It's going to be lost and found Oh, and I can't take to the sky Before I like it on the ground And I need to be patient And I need to be brave Need to discover How I need to behave And I'll find out the answers When I know what to ask But I speak a different language And everybody's talkin' too fast Miniature disasters and minor catastrophes Bring me to my knees, yeah Well, I must be my own master Or a miniature disaster will be, will be, yeah, yeah Well, I've gotta run a little faster Or a miniature disaster will be, will be Oh well, I need to know I'll last If a little miniature disaster hits me, oh, oh It will be the death of me

Maybe, maybe it's the clothes we wear, The tasteless bracelets and the dye in our hair, Maybe it's our kookiness, Or maybe, maybe it's our nowhere towns, Our nothing places and our cellophane sounds, Maybe it's our looseness, But we're trash, you and me, We're the litter on the breeze, We're the lovers on the streets, Just trash, me and you, It's in everything we do, It's in everything we do... Maybe, maybe it's the things we say, The words we've heard and the music we play, Maybe it's our cheapness, Or maybe, maybe it's the times we've had, The lazy days and the crazes and the fads, Maybe it's our sweetness, But we're trash, you and me, We're the litter on the breeze, We're the lovers on the street, Just trash, me and you, It's in everything we do, It's in everything we do...

(Ferry/Manzanera) Are you customised or ready-made? Heavy metal trick or treat? Only seventeen On the level trash is neat Teenage fever oh you've got it bad Caught the flavour want it all Only seventeen Bet you know the trash I mean Row your features into magazines Go to Plaza - where's the trade? Only seventeen Slips are lower trash is in

It ain't the way you crawl across the Cathouse floor It ain't the way you curse me when you slam the bedroom door It aint the way you sweat me for a handful of easy cash It's just the way you love me when you turn to trash Trash It's not the way you dress when you socialize, oh those eyes It ain't the diamond rock or that Rolls you drive You can walk the streets with all your uptown flash, such flash But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash You're such trash I love the way you look You're such a high class tramp It's not the way you touch me when you... ooh yeah You're daddy's dream, you're a peach in cream And you're ripe at last But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash Trash I love the way you look You're such a high class tramp - oh like a tramp It's not the way you touch me when you... ooh Make me understand - oh yeah You're daddy's dream, you're a peach in cream And you're finally ripe at last But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash You know you're mighty cool You know you're mighty wild Come on down here with that Penthouse smile Trash - dirty baby. Maybe you went down low as you can get Been dripping hard and put away wet - yeah Trash. What you want, What you want, What you want, and got it. What you want, What you want, What you want, and got it. Hey baby what's your name? Ah she's trash - uh ah - street trash How low can you go? Low! My love is like a lollypop Would you lick it? All the way to the chewy center Oh yeah. Trash Trash