Alice Cooper – Trash

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’d 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