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