Trash

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
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 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
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 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