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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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... Chorus