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 one she took me in a cab
Two, in a Soho bar

Three, 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


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

There was Allison 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


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 100 girls and hundreds more

Who left me passed out on the floor
I know it might be wrong
I had to write this song

For 100 girls, and hundreds more