Alice Cooper - Trash

Trash

It aint the way you crawl across the Cathouse floor
It aint the way you curse me when you slam the bedroom door
It aint the way you sweat me for a handful of easy cash
Its just the way you love me when you turn to trash
Trash
Its not the way you dress when you socialize, oh those eyes
It aint 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 are such trash
I love the way you look
you are such high class tramp
Its not the way you touch me when you...
you are daddys dream, you are a peach in cream
And you are finally ripe at last
But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash
Trash