Friday Night Dress lyrics

Ian: Don't you look so pretty in your Friday night dress? Your fingernails all bitten and your hair a perfect mess Mommy lights the candles, daddy says prayers over wine Bread upon the table Salt the bread, drink the wine House full of laughter So very different than mine Daddy on the unemployment line A late, drunken mess Don't you look so pretty in your Friday night dress? The whole of you, the soul of you, the sparkle of success People are lucky, people are blind, people can't see what's in front of their eyes Monica: Like my house? Ian: Can I move in here? Monica: Sure, but I won't be here long Ian: Where ya going? Monica: Anywhere but here Ian: Here's as good as anywhere Monica: See you on Sunday Temple Emanuel at three Come a little early Ian: I'm never early for anything Thanks for dinner, I liked the chopped liver And the kosher wine was surprisingly fine Monica: Right Ian: Night Didn't you look so pretty in your Friday night dress? The dream of you will send me off to sleep tonight a perfect mess Didn't you look so pretty? Didn't you look so pretty? In your Friday night dress