Cruising makes some people get uptight But nothing beats a lonely friday night Friday night, nothing much to do but hang around Think I might just grab myself a cab and head downtown And for hours, I hang around the dance hall crowd I feel like a boor And then I turned around and cast my eyes to the door
In a long flowing robe She appeared at the ballroom door I was hard-pressed to know What I hoped she was looking for
Coming on at first may not seem right But nothing beats a lover at first sight What a sight, nothing can compare with simple grace It's all right, I see it in the look upon her face That she wants me the same way that I'm wanting her In fact maybe more But as I take her hand, she turns and heads for the door
In a long flowing robe She took off through the ballroom door I was hard-pressed to know What did she go and do that for
Friday night, nothing left to do but go to bed Sleeping tight, when something stirring deep inside my head Said "wake up and cast your eyes to the door."
In a long flowing robe She appeared at the bedroom door I was hard-pressed to know What I knew she was looking forTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
