It ain't the way you crawl across the Cathouse floor
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It ain't the way you curse me when you slam the bedroom door
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It ain't the way you sweat me for a handful of easy cash
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It's just the way you love me when you turn to trash
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Trash
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It's not the way you dress when you socialize, oh those eyes
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It ain't the diamond rock or that Rolls you drive
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You can walk the streets with all your uptown flash
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But when you hit the sheets you just turn trash
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You're such trash
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I love the way you look
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You're such high class tramp
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It's not the way you touch me when you...
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You're daddy's dream, you're a peach in cream
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And you're finally ripe at last
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But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash
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Trash
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Trash
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| Alice Cooper |
