Bad girls talking bout the sad girls
Sad girls talking bout bad bad girls.
Ya
See them out on the street at night
Walking
Picking up all kinds of strangers if the price is right
You can score if your pockets nice
But you wanna good time
You ask yourself
Who they are like everybody else they come from near and far
Bad girls talking Bout the sad girls
Sad girls talking bout the bad bad girls.
Ya
Fridat night amd the strip is hot
Suns gone down and their out to trot
Spirits high and legs look hot
Do you wanna get down
Now dont you ask yourself
Who they are like everybody else they wanna be a star
Bad girls sad girls
Youre such a dirty bad girls
Beep beep uh huh
You bad girl you sad girl
Youre such a dirty bad girl
Beep beep uh huh
Now you and me were both the same both the same. but you call yourself by a different name different name
Now your momma wont like it when she finds out finds out girl is out at night.
Hey mister, have you got a dime
Mister, do you wanna spend some time. yeah
I got what you want. you got what i need. ill be your baby come and spend it on me
Hey mister ill spend some time with you
Bad girls they just bad girls talking bout bad girls. yeah
Hey mister do got a dime
Writer(s): Lindy Robbins, Evan Kidd Bogart, Malcolm David Kelly, Anthony Michael Oller, Andrew Goldstein, Clarence Jr. Coffee, Emanuel S Kiriakou
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