Girls Girls Girls
Friday night and I need a fightMy motorcycle and a switchblade knifeHandful of grease in my hair feels rightBut what I need to make me tight are
Girls, Girls, GirlsLong legs and burgundy lipsGirls,Dancin' down on Sunset StripGirlsRed lips, fingertips
Trick or treat-sweet to eatOn Halloween and New Year's EveYankee girls ya just can't beatBut they're the best when they're off their feet
Girls, Girls, GirlsAt the Dollhouse in Ft. LauderdaleGirls, Girls. GirlsRocking in Atlanta at TattletailsGirls, Girls, GirlsRaising Hell at the 7th Veil Have you read the newsIn the Soho TribuneYa know she did meWell then she broke my heart
I'm such a good good boyI just need e new toyI tell ya what, girlDance for me, I'll keep you overemployedJust tell me a storyYou know the one I mean
Crazy Horse, Paris, FranceForget the names, remember romanceI got the photos, a menage a troisMusta broke those Frenchies laws with those
Girls, Girls. GirlsBody Shop. Marble ArchGirls, Girls, GirlsTropicana's where I lost my heart
Girls, Girls, Girls