| Cruising makes some people get uptight
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| But nothing beats a lonely Friday night
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| Friday night, nothing much to do but hang around
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| Think I might just grab myself a cab and head downtown
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| And for hours, I hang around the dance hall crowd
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| I feel like a boor
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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, nothing can compare with simple grace
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| It’s all right, 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, nothing left to do but go to bed
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| Sleeping tight, when something stirring deep inside my head
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| Said Wake up and 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 |