Trash - Alice Cooper

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