The black strapless dress fits just right

The calendar's marked 6 Friday night

She puts on a little makeup

First time since the break up

But if she's moving on, she's gonna do it right



Chorus



So tell me the story

of all your past glories

the lovers, the losers, the friends.

Spill all your magic,

the good times, and the tragic

Tonight will this mystery end?

When we begin, when we begin.





His cab driver says,