Girl, change your mind today Wrap the other one up tight When the door is closed at night You wonder ’bout the refrigerator light Late night bruises You’re not the one who chooses Late night uses You are late night bruises Wondrous mind, curious kind Always searching for the truth Kind and shy, inquisitive In the end, the truth finds you Your mind at night Is never tired Your night-fed mind Will not grow tired Late night bruises You’re not the one who chooses Late night uses You are late night bruises Dark lights, hazy mind A face with blinding eyes Night life, clouded mind So many blinding eyes Late night bruises You’re not the one who chooses Late night uses You are late night bruises
