Talking about the sad girls
Talking about the 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 score
You ask yourself, who they are
Like everybody else, they come from near and far
Talking about the sad girls
Talking about the bad girls, yeah
Friday night and the strip is hot
Sun's gone down and they're about to trot
Spirit's high and they look hot
Now don't you ask yourself, who they are
Like everybody else, they wanna be a star
You such a dirty bad girl
You bad girl, you sad girl
You such a dirty bad girl
Now you and me, we are both the same
But you call yourself by different names
Now you mama won't like it when she finds out
Hey mister, have you got a dime
Mister, do you want to spend some time, oh yeah
I'll spend some time with you
With you, you're fine, with you