I met her on a Friday evening
Heading for the city lights
She asked me to take her all of the way
She was really in the mood that night

I drove on ‘til I was tired
Asked her if she’d care to stay
I booked us a room in a fancy hotel
And said we’d carry on the next day

Never take sweets from a stranger
She may want to take you for a ride
Never take sweets from a stranger

We hadn’t spoken but a word or so
When she began to unbutton my shirt
I lifted her blouse
There was nothing underneath
Then I slid my hands inside her skirt

Everything about her was golden
She was hot as the rising sun
She was real as it comes
And nothing more real than the two of us
Together made one

She lay in my arms in the morning
Said she had to make a telephone call
I said, “Make it here while I step in the shower”
But she said she’d make it in the hall

I dozed in the soft light shadows
Turned to find she wasn’t there
I phoned on down to the reception desk
For the girl with the golden hair

I pulled on my clothes and went down to the hall
Looked all around and who knows where
They said that they hadn’t seen her at all
Then the other guests began to stare

They showed me the morning paper
On the front page of the Daily Sun
Was a picture of the girl with the golden hair
She’d been the victim of a hit and run