Alice Cooper - Trash |
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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 aint the way you sweat me for a handful of easy cash Trash It's just the way you love me when you turn to trash It's not the way you dress when you socialize, oh those eyes You can walk the streets with all your uptown flash, such flash It ain't the diamond rock or that Rolls you drive You're such trash But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash I love the way you look It's not the way you touch me when you... ooh yeah You're such a high class tramp And you're ripe at last You're daddy's dream, you're a peach in cream Trash But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash I love the way you look You're such a high class tramp Make me understand It's not the way you touch me when you... ooh 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 You know you're mighty cool You know you're mighty wild Trash Come on down here with that Penthouse smile Maybe you went down low as you can get Been dripping hard and put away wet Trash. What you want, What you want, What you want, and got it. What you want, What you want, What you want, and got it. Ah she's trash Hey baby what's your name? Would you lick it? My love is like a lollypop How low can you go?Low! All the way to the chewy center Oh yeah. Trash Trash |
