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 ain’t 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
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
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