Trash

Look at those shoes
They've seen a lot of mileage on the dance floor
And your hair is bad news, yeah
What happened with those highlights? They're so low life
There's really no excuse, no
You're on the second day of all-night parties
You wanna stay up and never come down
You wanna sneak in 'cause they're throwing you out

You're trash, trash, baby, that's a fact
But I like you even more 'cause of that
Girl, you know you're trash, trash, scratchin' through your backpack
Actin' like you're flat out of cash
Give it up, you're trash
You're officially trash

Look at those eyes
You're sleepin' in the same old pair of lashes
Do you really think that's wise? No
You borrowed someone's car and then you crashed it
Enough is enough, get off of my couch
I'm sick of your stuff takin' over my house

You're trash, trash, baby, that's a fact
But I like you even more 'cause of that
Girl, you know you're trash, trash, scratchin' through your backpack
Actin' like you're flat out of cash
Give it up, you're trash
You're officially trash

First you slit your skirt up ten inches
Show some skin right up to the fringes
Then you pluck your brows like a ninja
You gotta get a grip, you better listen to me, bitch
You're trash
You're trash
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na na

Trash, trash, baby, that's a fact
But I like you even more 'cause of that
You sexy piece of trash, trash scratchin' through your backpack
(Yeah, yeah) actin' like you're flat out of cash
Give it up, you're trash (yeah)
You're officially trash (yeah, ooh)

So deliciously trash



Credits
Writer(s): Desmond Child, Steven Sater, Andreas Mikael Carlsson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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