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 get me tight are those
Girls, girls, girls
Long legs and burgundy lips
Girls, girls, girls
Dancin' down on the 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 Seventh 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 a new toy
I tell ya what, girl
Dance for me, I'll keep you over-employed
Just tell me a story
You know the one I mean
Crazy Horse, Paris, France
Forget the names, remember romance
I got the photos, of manaja twa
Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those
Girls, girls, girls
Body Shop and Marble Arch
Girls, girls, girls
Tropicana's where I lost my heart
Girls, girls, girls
(Hey Tommy, check that out man)
(What, Vince, where?)
(Right there, man) (hey)
Hey baby, you wanna go somewhere? (girls, girls, girls)
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife
Handful of grease in my hair feels right
But what I need to get me tight are those
Girls, girls, girls
Long legs and burgundy lips
Girls, girls, girls
Dancin' down on the 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 Seventh 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 a new toy
I tell ya what, girl
Dance for me, I'll keep you over-employed
Just tell me a story
You know the one I mean
Crazy Horse, Paris, France
Forget the names, remember romance
I got the photos, of manaja twa
Musta broke those Frenchies laws with those
Girls, girls, girls
Body Shop and Marble Arch
Girls, girls, girls
Tropicana's where I lost my heart
Girls, girls, girls
(Hey Tommy, check that out man)
(What, Vince, where?)
(Right there, man) (hey)
Hey baby, you wanna go somewhere? (girls, girls, girls)
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
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Writer(s): Nikki Sixx, Tommy Lee, Mick Mars
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