We'll be right back.
Friday night
Nothing much to do but hang around
Think I might
Just *** myself a cabin in downtown
And for hours
I hang around the dancehall crowd
I feel like a boy
And then I turn around
And cast my eyes to the door
In a long flowing road
She appeared at the barbell door
I was hard pressed to know
What I hoped she was looking for
Coming on at first may not seem right
Nothing beats a lover at first sight
What a sight
Nothing can compare with simple grace
It's alright
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 it's fine
I'm not sure what to do
In a long flowing road
She took off through the barbell door
I was hard pressed to know
What did she go through that for
Friday night
Nothing left to do but go to bed
Sleeping tight
But something's living deep inside my head
Said wake up
And cast your eyes to the door
In a long flowing road
She appeared at the barbell door
I was hard pressed to know
What I hoped she was looking for
Coming on at first may not seem right



In a long flowing road
She appeared at the barbell door
I was hard pressed to know
What I hoped she was looking for