| 100 girls or maybe more
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| Who left me passed out on the floor
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| I know it might be wrong
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| I had to write this song
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| For a hundred girls and hundreds more
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| There was Katherine in Manhattan
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| Her mouth was always laughin'
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| She’s always a distraction
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| 'Cuz she always wants some action
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| At 1 she took me in a cab
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| 2 in a Soho bar
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| 3 she got real bad and jumped me in a subway car
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| These are Mary’s voodoo ways
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| We would stay in bed for days
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| In an alligator haze
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| In her swampy Southern place
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| She broke me down on Bourbon Street
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| Curled up at her feet
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| As Mary flashed the parades
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| I fixed myself with hurricanes
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| 100 girls or maybe more
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| Who left me passed out on the floor
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| I wish I heard you tell me
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| Make up your mind
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| Wake up
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| Make up your mind make up your mind
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| This is Daisy, this is crazy
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| Always telling me I’m lazy
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| Her endurance would amaze me
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| And her swearing didn’t phase me
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| It was based upon a sweet lie
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| Like a butterfly she showed herself in many phases
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| And had a thing for public places
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| Late at night in Fenway Park
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| She led me naked through the dark
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| Daisy let me suffer there, smothered in my underwear
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| There was Alison and here’s the thing
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| I thought that she was 17
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| She was 18 but looked 16
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| And told me she was 23
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| Valerie who hated money
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| Stuck me to the sheets with honey
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| Caroline from Amsterdam took off with some other band
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| Megan, Kim and the rest
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| I love you all and that’s the test
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| If I wake up in time how will I make up my mind |