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Dumpster dive with me my dumpster girl
So nice to have a slice of life called home
An upgrade from filthy cardboard boxes
To cast iron cans with plastic flip top lids                                                                

Live side by side with me my dirty love
Grazilda lives in refuse too
Our intimacy in containers is taboo
Pink for her, a receptacle in blue for me 
To while away the hours in primordial goo

Just behind the mall by the parking lot                   
Surrounded by debris and talking trash
Obviously we don’t shower 
Our love will last at least an hour

On Sundays we climb the near by evergreen           
To the tipsy top we go to hang out loud
Pounding our chests like Tarzan and Jane
Screaming obscenities as we sway
 
Swinging is a way of life and lice are free
I scratch her back and she scratches mine

One day we will move in together 
Friends don’t need two dumpsters
We will sell the pink one to some stranger
Someone smart with a shopping cart

The mall is right there by the tree 
People are always looking for bargains 
Who could ask for anything more  
A dumpster by a department store for sure

Look no more because Grazilda comes
Limping towards you in torn and tattered rags
A crooked smile with one good polished tooth 
To seal the deal, to melt your hearts
And she speaks Latin with a slur
Buy one can and we will throw the trash in for nuffin

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