Although strangers each and every Friday night
In dark corners, for the thrill of making out
We'd meet, even though I'd rather be
There with someone else, and so would he
Aaaaaaah
Aaaaaaah
Things aren't pretty in the naked light of day
I move closer, but I'd rather turn away
Pounding headache and my clothes are on the floor
He's not as handsome as I thought the night before
Our eyes meet, and we both know that I've been
Dreaming of someone else and so has he
Aaaaaaah
Aaaaaaah
Easy comfort and without having to speak
He knows as well as me I'll be back again next week