Richard Clapton. Girls On The Avenue. Zeneszám

Girls on the avenue, they're trying to get you in
Strolling by with their rosebud smiles
They're all dressed up to kill, lean on the windowsill
Looking your way with eyes of fire

But don't you slip, don't you slip
In love with the girls on the avenue

Friday night see the girls on the avenue
Like a child at big store windows you feel confused
So many girls on the avenue

Girls on the avenue know how to get you in
Casting out sighs like tricks from a hat
All the Miss Lonely Hearts, oh, they look awful hard
Then sometimes they seem as fragile as glass

But don't you slip, don't you slip
In love with the girls on the avenue

Friday night see the girls on the avenue
Like a child at big store windows you feel confused
So many girls on the avenue