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

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 you

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