Girls on the avenue, they're trying to get you in,   Strolling by with their rosebud smiles,   They're all dressed up to kill, lean on the windowsill,   Looking your way with eyes of fire      But don't you slip, don't you slip   In love with the girls on the avenue      Friday night, see the girls on the avenue,   Like a child at big store windows you feel confused   So many girls on the avenue      Girls on the avenue, know how to get you in,   Casting out sighs like tricks from a hat,   All the Miss Lonely Hearts, oh they look awful hard,   Then sometimes they seem as fragile as glass      But don't you slip, don't you slip   In love with the girls on the avenue      Friday night, see the girls on the avenue,   Like a child at big store windows you feel confused    So many girls on the avenue