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

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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

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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...

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