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