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Music Clues that make some people get uptight Nothing beats a lonely Friday night Friday night Nothing much to do but hang around Think I might hide Cause found myself a cabin in downtown And for hours I hang around the dancehall crowd I feel like a bore And then I turn around And cast my eyes to the door In a long flowing row She appeared at the long open 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 heads for the door In a long flowing row She took off through the long open door I was hard pressed to know What did she go through at all Friday night Nothing left to do but go to bed Sleeping tight But something's stirring deep inside my head Said wake up And cast your eyes to the door In a long flowing row She appeared at the bedroom door I was hard pressed to know What I hoped she was looking for In a long flowing row She appeared at the bedroom door I was hard pressed to know What I hoped she was looking for