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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
Yeaah

It's not the way you dress when you socialize, oh those eyes
It ain't the diamond rock or that Rolls you drive
Oh, you can walk the streets with all your uptown flash, such flash
But when you hit the sheets you just turn trash
Ooh, 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 (ooh yeaah)
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

Come on, Momma
Let me climb on board

I love the way you look
You're such high class tramp (I love the tramp)
It's not the way you touch me when you (ooh) make me understand (Ohh 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 mad at who, you know you're mad and wild
Come on down here with that Penthouse smile (trash)
Baby, you ain't down 'long as you can get
To be driven hard and put away wet (trash)

Oh, what you want, what you want, what you want, I got it
Oh, what you want, what you want, what you want, I got it

Hey, baby, what's your name?
Aah, she's trash
Aha
Street trash
How long can you go?
Low
My love is like a lollipop
Would you lick it?
I think you can get the chewing dinner
Oh yeah!
Trash!

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