Bad Girls

Bad girls
Talking 'bout-a sad girls
You know sad girls
I'm talking 'bout-a bad, bad girls, yeah

See them out on the street at night, workin'
Picking up on all kinds of strangers
If the price is right
You can score if your pocket's nice
But you want a good time

You ask yourself
Who they are
Like everybody else
They come from near and far, yeah

Bad girls (bag girls)
Talking 'bout-a sad girls (sad girls) oh-oh yeah
Sad girls (sad girls)
I'm talking 'bout bad, bad girls, yeah

Friday night and the strip is hot (hot)
Sun's gone down and they're out to trot (out trottin')
Spirit's high and they look hot (oh)
Do you wanna get down? Yeah

You ask yourself
Who they are
Like everybody else
They wanna be a star

Yes I do, baby
I'm such a bad boy
You such a bad girl (oh)
I'm such a bad boy (woo!)
You such a bad girl (woo!)
Baby, yeah, yeah
Baby, yeah, yeah
You bad girl, sad girl
You such a dirty bad girl
You're just, yeah
Bad girl



Credits
Writer(s): Donna Summer, Bruce Charles Sudano, Edward Hokenson, Joseph Patrick Esposito
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