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