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
Oh, you can walk the streets with all your uptown flash, such 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 ya, wooh, 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
Trash
Yeah, you're trash
Come on mama, let me climb on board
(Solo)
I love the way you look
You're such high class tramp
It's not the way you touch me when ya, wooh
Make me understand
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