The blade of my knife Faced away from your heart Those last few nights It turned and sliced you apart This love that I tell Now feels lonely as hell From this padded prison cell So many times I said You'd only be mine

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 Long legs and burgundy lips Dancin' down on the Sunset Strip Red lips, fingertips