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 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