I know this girl And just like me she's got a lot to say She calls me in the morning To tell me 'bout last night And if this isn't me, who am I? Her tragic story could easily be mine The story of last night... Oh, all these stories. She's got this book, Full of tales about women in different lives But they all get up in the morning, Thinkin' 'bout last night. And if I'm not me, who am I? Their stories are all cut out to be mine The stories of last night... Oh, all these stories. And the circles we move through The lives we defend The men that we trust The positions we put ourselves in One million different stories One million different ways One million nights! I'm a woman so I try I try out the story of last night Oh, all these stories... I know this girl And just like me sometimes she turns really quiet And though it's early early morning, To her it's still last night And me, well I'm up an I I've got one more story added to my life, now The story of last night. Oh all these stories. I'm a woman so I try...