I met her on a
Friday
She asked me to take her all the way
She was really in the mood that night
I drove on till I was tired I asked
her if she cared to stay
I booked us a room in a fancy hotel
And said we'd carry on the next day
We hadn't spoken but a word or so
She began to unbutton my shirt
I lifted her blouse,
there was nothing underneath
Then I slid my hands inside her skirt
Everything about her was golden
She was hot as the rising sun
Choose reals, decons,
and nothing more real
When the two of us together need one
Never take sweeps from a stranger
She may wanna take you for a ride
Never take sweeps from a stranger
She lay in my arms in the mornin'
Said she had to make a telephone call
I said, make it here while I step in the shop
But she said, she'd make it in the hall
I dozed in the soft light shadows
Turned to find she wasn't there
I phoned on down to
the reception desk
For the girl with the golden hair
I pulled on my clothes,
went down to the hall
Looked all around and
who knows where
They said they hadn't seen her at all
And the other guests began to stare
They showed me the morning paper
On the front page of the
Daily
Sun
Was a picture of the girl with
the golden hair
She'd been the victim of a hit and run
Never take sweets from a stranger
She may wanna take you for a ride
Never take sweets from a stranger
You