100 girls or maybe more   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      There was Katherine in Manhattan   Her mouth was always laughing   She's always a distraction   Cause she always wants some action   At one! She took me in a cab   Two! Hit a Sojo 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   Left me passed out on the floor   I wish I heard you tell me   "Make up your mind   Wake up, 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 faces   Had a thing for public places   Late at night in Fenway Park   She ran me naked through the dark   Daisy let me suffer there   Smothered in my underwear      100 girls or maybe more   Left me passed out on the floor   I wish I heard you tell me   "Make up your mind   Wake up, make up your mind"      There was Alison and here's the thing   I thought that she was seventeen   She was eighteen but looked sixteen   And told me she was thirty-three   Valerie who hated money   Stuck me to the sheets with honey   Caroline from Amersterdam   Took off with some other band   Megan, Kim and the rest   I love you all and that's the test   If I wake up inside   How will I make up my mind?