Lyrics Girls, Girls, Girls - Brantley Gilbert

Girls, Girls, Girls

Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife
Handful of grease and 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, ya just can’t be beat
But youre the best when youre off ya 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 7th Veil
Have you read the news
In the Soho Tribune?
Ya know she did me
Well, then she broke my heart
Im such a good good boy
I just need a new toy
I tell ya 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 those photos of menage a trois
Musta broke those Frenchies' laws with those
Girls, girls, girls
Body Shop and the Marble Arch
Girls, girls, girls
Tropicanas where I lost my heart
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls
Girls, girls, girls