(Gmaj7)Fri day night, it was late.

I was walk in’ you home.

We got down to the gate, and I was (C)dream ing of the night.

We (B9)Would it turn out right?

Now How to (Gmaj7)tell you, girl?

I want to build my world a round you.

It (B9)Tell you that it’s true.

I want to make you un der stand.

I’m (Bb9)talk ing a bout a life time plan.

(D)ing.

(Gmaj7)Fri day That’s it the way it be gan.

We were hand in hand.

Glenn Mil ler’s gate, and band was (C)bet ter than be fore.

We (B9)yelled and screamed for more.

Now And the (Gmaj7)Por ter tunes

each made us dance a cross the room.

you.

the (B9)end ed all too soon.

I want And on the way back home, I (Bb9)prom ised you’d nev er be a lone.

(D)ing.

(Gmaj7)Hur ry; don’t be late.

(Gm9)I can hard ly wait.

I (B9)said to my self, “When we’re old,

we’ll go (Gmaj7)danc ing in the dark,

(Bb9)walk ing through the park and rem i nisc ing.”