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 aint 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'd 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