Trash [4:03] - Trash, 1989
	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'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


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