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, yeah It's not the way you dress when you socialize, oh those eyes It ain't the diamond rock or that Rolls you drive Aw, you can walk the streets with all your uptown flash, such flash But when you hit the sheets, you just turn to trash, oh 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 Whoo, 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, yeah it's trash Come on, mama Help me climb on board, ow I love the way you look You're such a high class tramp I like a tramp It's not the way you touch me when you Whoo 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, ow Yeah, you're mighty cool, now, you're mighty wild Come on down here with that Penthouse smile Trash Dirty baby And you went down as low as you can get You've been driven hard and put away wet Yeah Trash Aw, what ya want, what ya want, what ya want, we got it Aw, what ya want, what ya want, what ya want, we got it Hey, baby, what's your name? I'm street trash Uh-huh? Street Trash How low can you go? Low If my love was like a lollypop, would you lick it? Hahaha I love when I get to the chewy center Hahaha