Girls on the AvenuenGirls on the avenue, they're trying to get you in,nStrolling by with their rosebud smiles,nThey're all dressed up to kill, lean on the windowsill,nLooking your way with eyes of fire;nnBut don't you slip don't you slipnIn love with the girls on the avenue;nnFriday night see the girls on the avenue,nLike a child at big store windows you feel confusednSo many girls on the avenue.nnGirls on the avenue, know how to get you in,nCasting out sighs like tricks from a hat,nAll the Miss Lonely Hearts, oh they look awful hard,nThen sometimes they seem as fragile as glass;nnBut don't you slip don't you slipnIn love with the girls on the avenue;nnFriday night see the girls on the avenue,nLike a child at big store windows you feel confusednSo many girls on the avenue.