What you do at night When you're all alone Talking to your own Little pretty lonely soul Thinking what to do with your life Finding the truth in wine Sometimes it helps and it's alright Sometimes you think of suicide You'd like to live on your own But you keep hanging on your telephone You'd like to live the high high life But this world stabs you with a knife Cold night empty streets Driving your father's car You drive fast not affraid of the speed You don't mind that you can die (Right know) What you do at night When you're all alone Talking to your own Little pretty lonely soul What you do at night When you're all alone Talking to your own Little pretty lonely soul Thinking what to do with your life Finding the truth in wine Sometimes it helps and it's alright Sometimes you think of suicide What you do at night When you're all alone Talking to your own Little pretty lonely soul What you do at night When you're all alone Talking to your own Little pretty lonely soul What you do at night When you're all alone Talking to your own Little pretty lonely soul What you do at night When you're all alone Talking to your own Little pretty lonely soul