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