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