Flowing Bamboo

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 bore
 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
 But something stirring deep inside my head
 Said, "Wake up 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
 In a long flowing robe
 She appeared at the bedroom door
 I was hard pressed to know
 What I knew she was looking for