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
But when you hit the sheets you just turn trash
You´re such trash
I love the way you look
You´re such high class tramp
It´s not the way you touch me when you...
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
Trash