It ain t the way you crawl acrossthe Cathouse floorIt ain t the way you curse mewhen you slam the bedroom doorIt aint the way you sweat me for ahandful of easy cashIt s just the way you love mewhen you turn to trashTrashIt s not the way you dress whenyou socializeoh those eyesIt ain t the diamond rock or thatRolls you driveYou can walk the streets with allyour uptown flashsuch flashBut when you hit the sheets youjust turn to trashYou re such trashI love the way you lookYou re such a high class trampIt d not the way you touch mewhen you...You re daddy s dreamyou re apeach in creamAnd you re finally ripe at lastBut when you hit the sheets youjust turn to trashTrash

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