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

    Girls, Girls, Girls
    Long legs and burgundy lips
    Dancin’ down on Sunset Strip
    Red lips, fingertips

    Trick or treat-sweet to eat
    On Halloween and New Year’s Eve
    Yankee girls ya just can’t beat
    But they’re the best when they’re off their 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 Veil Have 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 e 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 mean

    Crazy Horse, Paris, France
    Forget the names, remember romance
    I got the photos, a menage a trois
    Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those

    Girls, Girls. Girls
    Body Shop. Marble Arch
    Girls, Girls, Girls
    Tropicana’s where I lost my heart

    Girls, Girls, Girls

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