It ain't the way you crawl across the cathouse floorIt ain't the way you curse me when you slam the bedroom doorIt aint the way you sweat me for a handful of easy cashIt's just the way you love me when you turn to trashTrashIt's not the wayy ou dress when you socialize, oh those eyesIt ain't the diamond rock or that Rolls you driveYou can walk the streets with all your uptown flash, such flashBut when you hit the sheets you just turn to trashYou're such trashI love the way you lookYou're such a high class trampIt'd not the way you touch me when you...You're daddy's dream, you're a peach in creamAnd you're finally ripe at lastBut when you hit the sheets you just turn to trashTrash
Writer(s): Desmond Child, Alice Cooper, Jamie Sever, Mark Frazier
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