Lyrics
Handful of grease in my hair feels right, rocking in atlanta at tattletails, trick or treat
Remember romance, just tell me a story
Yankee girls you just can t be beat, trick or treat
you know the one i mean
B-b-body shop, b-b-body shop Girls,, must ve broke those frenchies laws with those
Dancing down on sunset strip, long legs and burgundy lips
you know the one i mean
I ll keep you overemployed, dance for me
Yankee girls you just can t be beat, handful of grease in my hair feels right
But what i need to make me tight are those, forgot the names
sweet to eat
B-b-body shop, handful of grease in my hair feels right, tropicana s where i lost my heart
Yankee girls you just can t be beat, at the dollhouse in ft, handful of grease in my hair feels right
i ll keep you overemployed
Forgot the names, b-b-body shop Richard, my motorcycle and a switchblade knife
dancing down on sunset strip
B-b-body shop, tropicana s where i lost my heart
Trick or treat, dancing down on sunset strip Richard, i ll keep you overemployed
dance for me
Friday night and i need a fight, in the soho tribune, you know she did me well then she broke my heart