Girls, Girls, Girls - Sailor

Girls, Girls, Girls... 
Girls, Girls, Girls... 
Girls, Girls, Girls... 
Girls, Girls, Girls... 

Well, Yellow red, 
Black or white, 
Add a little bit of moonlight, 
For this intercontinental romance. 

Shy girl, sexy girl, 
They all like that fancy world. 
Champagne, a gentle song, 
And a slow dance. 

Who makes it fun, 
To spend your money, 
Who calls you honey, 
Most every day. 

Girls, Girls, Girls 
Girls, Girls, Girls. 

While they made them up 
In Hollywood, 
And put them into the movies. 
Those lovely photographic Splendours. 

In and out of magazines, 
Miss World and beauty queens, 
Falling in love, 
With the real big spenders. 

But although their world 
May be frantic, 
They´re still romantic, 
In their own way. 

So hop on 
The world is swinging. 
Don´t sit and twiddle your thumbs. 
Get up and meet those pretty 
Girls, Girls, Girls. 

Step on 
The world keeps swinging. 
Put on the dazzling charm. 
Get up 
And find those pretty girls. 

But don´t rush, 
Keep it nice and gentle, 
And sentimental, 
For that certain moment. 

Moonlit oceans, 
Girls full of emotions, 
Stepping on that slow boat to China. 

And next door in Japan, 
They know how to please a man, 
Dropping in for tea, with my geisha. 

They´ve got that 
Old fashioned feeling, 
When it comes to pleasing, 
They know their way. 

So hop on 
The world is swinging. 
Don´t sit and twiddle your thumbs. 
Get up and meet those pretty 
Girls, Girls, Girls. 

Step on 
The world keeps swinging. 
Put on the dazzling charm. 
Get up and find those pretty girls. 

But don´t rush, 
Keep it nice and gentle, 
And sentimental, 
For that certain moment. 
When you draw back the curtain. 

Hop on 
The world is swinging. 
Don´t sit and twiddle your thumbs. 
Get up and meet those pretty girls. 

Girls, Girls, Girls... 
Girls, Girls, Girls... 
Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls, Girls...