Mona's become a child of the night    When she goes out    It's only for bare necessities    She says she's had it up to here with light    While the city sleeps    That's when she comes alive       Yes the night belongs to Mona    When she's dancing all alone    Forty floors above the city    CDs spinnin'    AC hummin'    Feelin' pretty       Sometime she'll call at some unholy hour    She wants to talk    All of this grim and funny stuff    Then she'll go all quiet in her Chelsea tower    And that's when we wait    To see how the story ends       Cause the night belongs to Mona    When she's dancing all alone    Forty floors above the city    CDs spinnin'    AC hummin'    Feelin' pretty       Was it the fire downtown    That turned her world around    Was it some guy or lots of different things    We all wonder where she's gone    That sunny girl we used to know    Now every night we get the Mona Show       Maybe it's good that she's above it all    Things don't seem as dark    When you're already dressed in black    We try not to see the writing on the wall    What happens tomorrow       When the moonrays    Get so bright    When she rises    Towards the starlight   Miles above    The city's heat    Will she fall hard    Or float softly to the street       Tonight the night belongs to Mona    When she's dancing all alone    Forty floors above the city    CDs spinnin'    AC hummin'    Feelin' pretty