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 Dancin' down on Sunset Strip Girls, girls, girls Red lips, fingertips Trick or treat, sweet to eat On Halloween and New Year's Eve Yankee girls, you just can't be beat But you're the best when you're off your 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? You 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 you 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 Forgot them names, remember romance I got the photos, a menage a trois Musta broke those French's laws with those Girls, girls, girls At the Body Shop and the Marble Arch Girls, girls, girls Tropicana's where I lost my heart Girls, girls, girls Hey baby, don't you wanna go somewhere? (Girls, girls, girls) Girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls Girls, girls, girls Woo!