Girls Girls Girls

Friday night and I need a fight

My motorcycle and a switchblade knife

Handful of grease in my hair feels right

But what I need to make me tight are those

Girls, girls, girls

Long legs and burgundy lips

Girls, girls, girls

Dancing down on Sunset Strip

Girls, girls, girls

Red lips, fingertips

Trick or treat, sweet to eat

On Halloween and New Years Eve

Yankee girls, you just can't be beat

But they're the best when they're off their feet

Girls, girls, girls

At the Dollhouse in Fort Lauderdale

Girls, girls, girls

Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletale

Girls, girls, girls

Raising hell at the Seventh Veil

Have you read the news

In the Soho Tribune?

You know she did me

Well, then she broke my heart

I'm such a good, good girl

(Just let me rock your world)

I tell you what, girl, dance with me

Show me what you like and I'll learn

Just tell me a story

You know the one I mean

(You know the one I mean)

(You know the one I mean)

Girls

Crazy Horse, Paris, France

Forgot the names, remember romance

I got the photos, a menage a trois

Must've broke those Frenchies' laws with those

Girls, girls, girls

B-B-Body Shop, 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 (Whoo!)