Brantley Gilbert - Girls, Girls, Girls текст песни

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
Dancing down on Sunset Strip
Girls, girls, girls
Red lips, fingertips
Trick or treat, sweet to eat
On Halloween and New Years Eve
Yankee girls you just can’t be beat
But they’re the best when they’re off their 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
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 the names, remember romance
I got the photos, a menage a trois
Must’ve broke those Frenchies laws with those
Girls, girls, girls
B-B-Body Shop, Marble Arch
Girls, girls, girls
Tropicana’s where I lost my heart
Girls, girls, girls