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It ain't the way you crawl acrossthe Cathouse floor
It ain't the way you curse mewhen you slam the bedroom door
It aint the way you sweat me for ahandful of easy cash
It's just the way you love mewhen you turn to trash
Trash
It's not the way you dress whenyou socialize, oh those eyes
It ain't the diamond rock or that
Rolls you drive
You can walk the streets with allyour uptown flash, such flash
But when you hit the sheets youjust 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 mewhen you...
You're daddy's dream, you're apeach in cream
And you're finally ripe at last
But when you hit the sheets youjust turn to trash
Trash
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