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