Girls on the avenue, they're tryin' to get you in, Strollin' by with their rosebud smiles. They're all dressed up to kill, lean on the window sill, Lookin' 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, ooh they look awful hard, Yet sometimes they seem as fragile as glass. Repeat But don't you slip, don't you slip In love with the girls on the avenue. But don't you slip, don't you slip In love with the girls on the avenue.