Jan World Born - Yemen 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's not the way you touch me when you... ooh yeah You're daddy's dream, you're a peach in cream And you're ripe at last But when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash Trash I love the way you look You're such a high class tramp - oh like a tramp It's not the way you touch me when you... ooh Make me understand - oh yeah 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 Come on down here with that Penthouse smile Trash - dirty baby. Maybe you went down low as you can get Been dripping hard and put away wet - yeah 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. Hey baby what's your name? Ah she's trash - uh ah - street trash How low can you go? Low! My love is like a lollypop Would you lick it? All the way to the chewy center Oh yeah. Trash Trash