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 to trash, oh, 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, 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, yow, 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, you 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 You know you're mad at who, you know you're mad and wild

Come on down here with that Penthouse smile

Baby, you ain't down 'long as you can get

To be driven hard and put away wet 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 low can you go?

Low

My low was like a lollipop

Would you lick it?

I think you can get to the chewing dinner

Oh yeah