Girls Girls Girls

Friday night and

I need a fight

My motorcycle and a switchblade knife

Handful of grease and my hair feels right

But what I need to get me tight are those

Girls, girls, girls

Long legs and burgundy lips

Girls, girls, girls

Dancin’ down on the

Sunset Strip

Girls, girls, girls

Red lips, fingertips

Trick or treat, sweet to eat

On Halloween and

New Year's

EveYankee girls, ya just can’t be beat

But you’re the best when you’re off ya feet

Girls, girls, girls

At the Dollhouse in

Ft. Lauderdale

Girls, girls, girls

Rocking in

Atlanta at

Tattletails

Girls, girls, girls

Raising hell at the 7th

VeilHave you read the news

In the Soho

Tribune?Ya know she did me

Well, then she broke my heart

I’m such a good good boy

I just need a new toy

I tell ya what, girl, dance for me

I'll keep you overemployed

Just tell me a story, you know the one

I meanCrazy

Horse, Paris,

FranceForgot the names, remember romance

I got those photos of menage a trois

Musta broke those

Frenchies' laws with those

Girls, girls, girls

Body Shop and the

Marble Arch

Girls, girls, girls

Tropicana’s where

I lost my heart

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls

Girls, girls, girls