Neat Boys, Dirty Girls

Neat boys – colour ties
Gentlemen do never lie

Needn't go to Sunday mess
There is nothing to confess

Firm handshake
Nothing fake
Stag with mates
They never wait

Dirty girls – white socks
Short skirts, sharp talks

Snap of lighter under stair
Wind is blowing wild hair

Red lips
Hot hips
Action-girls
Are ready to risk

Fine fit jacket with tissue in a pocket
Heart is roaring like a little rocket

Greased hair, don't be square
Take your comb, get ready to stomp

Saturday night
Is hell of a light
Feel the heat
Of the disco beat

Flame inside causes some affection
Its satisfaction needs some action

So, come on, girls, what are you waiting for?
Let heels rumble on a dance floor

Heart to heart
Toe to toe
Dance to death
And little more



Credits
Writer(s): Anton Peters, Vasiliy Myasnikov
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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