Lyrics Patricia Barber

Patricia Barber

Touch Of Trash

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