The black strapless dress fits just right
The calendar's marked 6 Friday night
She puts on a little makeup
First time since the break up
But if she's moving on, she's gonna do it right
So tell me the story
Of all your past glories
The lovers, the losers, the friends.
Spill all your magic,
The good times, and the tragic
Tonight will this mystery end?
When we begin, when we begin.
His cab driver says, here we are.
It's pouring outside on the boulevard
But he smiles as he tips him,
Though a nervousness grips him
He looks up at the place and pulls the door ajar
She takes one last glance in the mirror
He shakes himself off on the stairs
He's fixing up the flowers
She's looking up at the hour
They both make a wish for one goodnight kiss
He's knocking at the door...