Bye-bye.
Friday night, can I need a fight?
My motorcycle in a Swiss lady knife,
Handful of grease, and my hair feels right
What I need to make me tired of those Girls,
girls,
girls
Long legs and buggin' D lips Girls,
girls,
girls
Red lips,
finger tips,
chicken treats, sweet to eat
I'm hungry and you're guilty
And girls, you just can't be beat
We do the
best when you're off your feet Girls,
girls, girls
At the
dollhouse in Fort Lauderdale Girls, girls, girls
Rockin' in Atlanta at
Tattletale Girls, girls, girls
Raisin' hell at the 7th male Have you
read the news in the Soho Tribune?
Yeah,
no,
she didn't mean it Well,
then she broke my heart
I'm such a good, good boy I just need a new toy
I'll tell you what girls dance for me I'll keep you over it,
boy
Just tell me a story You know the one I mean
Crazy horse,
Paris,
France Forgot the names,
remember romance
I
must've broke those bridges and laws With those girls,
girls, girls
Body shop and the marble arts Girls,
girls, girls
Trap but can't is where I lost my heart Girls,
girls,
girls
Girls, girls, girls