100 girls or maybe more

Who left me passed out on the floor

I know it might be wrong

I had to write this song

For a hundred girls and hundreds more



There was Katherine in Manhattan

Her mouth was always laughin'

She's always a distraction

'Cuz she always wants some action

At 1 she took me in a cab

2 in a Soho bar

3 she got real bad and jumped me in a subway car



These are Mary's voodoo ways

We would stay in bed for days

In an alligator haze

In her swampy Southern place

She broke me down on Bourbon Street

Curled up at her feet

As Mary flashed the parades

I fixed myself with hurricanes



100 girls or maybe more

Who left me passed out on the floor

I wish I heard you tell me

Make up your mind

Wake up

Make up your mind make up your mind



This is Daisy, this is crazy

Always telling me I'm lazy

Her endurance would amaze me

And her swearing didn't phase me

It was based upon a sweet lie

Like a butterfly she showed herself in many phases

And had a thing for public places

Late at night in Fenway Park

She led me naked through the dark

Daisy let me suffer there, smothered in my underwear



There was Alison and here's the thing

I thought that she was 17

She was 18 but looked 16

And told me she was 23

Valerie who hated money

Stuck me to the sheets with honey

Caroline from Amsterdam took off with some other band

Megan, Kim and the rest

I love you all and that's the test

If I wake up in time how will I make up my mind





[Thanks to fingeradrenaline@comcast.net for these lyrics]