I know this girlnand just like me she's got a lot to saynShe calls me in the morningnto tell me 'bout last nightnAnd if this isn't me, who am I?nHer tragic story could easily be minenthe story of last night...noh, all these stories..nnShe's got this book,nfull of tales about women in different livesnbut they all get up in the morning,nthinkin' 'bout last night.nAnd if I'm not me, who am I?ntheir stories are all cut out to be minenthe stories of last night...noh, all these stories.nnAnd the circles we move throughnthe lives we defendnThe men that we trustnthe positions we put ourselves innOne million different storiesnone million different waysnone million nights!nI'm a woman so I trynI try out the story of last nightnoh, all these stories....nnI know this girlnand just like me sometimes she turns really quietnand though it's early early morning,nto her it's still last nightnAnd me, well I'm up an InI've got one more story added to my life, nownthe story of last night..noh all these stories..nI'm a woman so I try...