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

But 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 for