Gary Dean Mercer Clark - Love's Like A Trashy Magazine

Love's like a trashy magazine, you read my pages and you throw me away
When you see my pages you want to see me strut, I'm the kind of man to show you my stuff
Turn the pages and turn the pages and turn those pages ,Californication
Touch those pages to see what you get

In my trashy magazine, my trashy magazine
Love's like a trashy magazine, nothing in this world is sacred or clean
When you touch my pages you want to see my junk, I'm the kind of man to stick it in your trunk
Turn the pages and turn the pages and turn those pages Californication

Touch those pages to see what you get
In my trashy magazine, my trashy magazine
Love's a sin, it says in the print, but we know the truth, it's heaven sent
You want to burn those books, you want to burn them now

You want to burn those books, you're gonna be the one that burns in hell
Turn the pages and turn the pages and burn the pages and burn the pages
Turn the pages to see what you get
In my trashy magazine, my trashy magazine My trashy magazine

Don't mess with me without my consent
You want to make love to me, or you'll get yourself bent
You want to make love to me, get down on your knees
You want to touch my pages, you got ask real nice, just say please

Turn the pages and turn the pages and turn the pages Californication
Turn the pages to see what you get
In my trashy magazine, my trashy magazine
My trashy magazine, my trashy magazine

Written by:
Gary Mercer

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