The Night Belongs to Mona - Donald Fagen

Mona’s become a child of the night

When she goes out

It’s only for bare necessities

She says she’s had it up to here with light

While the city sleeps

That’s when she comes alive

Yes, the night belongs to Mona

When she’s dancing all alone

Forty floors above the city

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Sometimes she’ll call at some unholy hour

She wants to talk

All of this grim and funny stuff

Then she’ll go all quiet in her Chelsea tower

And that’s when we wait

To see how the story ends

'Cause the night belongs to Mona

When she’s dancing all alone

Forty floors above the city

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Was it the fire downtown

That turned her world around

Was it some guy or lots of different things

We all wonder where she’s gone

That sunny girl we used to know

Now every night we get the Mona show

Maybe it’s good that she’s above it all

Things don’t seem as dark

When you’re already dressed in black

We try not to see the writing on the wall

What happens tomorrow

When the moonrays get so bright

When she rises towards the starlight

Miles above the city’s heat

Will she fall hard or float softly to the street

Tonight the night belongs to Mona

When she’s dancing all alone

Forty floors above the city

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