Bad Girls

Bad girls Talking about the sad girls Sad girls Talking about bad girls, yeah See them out on the street at night, walkin' Picking up on all kinds of strangers If the price is right You can't score if you're pocket's tight But you want a good time You ask yourself who they are Like everybody else, they come from near and far Bad girls Talking about the sad girls Sad girls Talking about bad girls, yeah Friday night, and the strip is hot Sun's gone down, and they're out to trot Spirit's high, and legs look hot Do you want to get down? Now, don't you ask yourself who they are? Like everybody else, they want to be a star Now, you and me, we're both the same But you call yourself by different names Now, your mama won't like it when she finds out Girl is out at night Hey, mister, have you got a dime? Mister, do you want to spend some time? Oh, yeah I got what you want, you got what I need I'll be your baby, come and spend it on me Hey, mister I'll spend some time with you