Donald Fagen Follow

Mona's become a child of the nightWhen she goes outIt's only for bare necessitiesShe says she's
had it up to here with lightWhile the city sleepsThat's when she comes aliveYes, the night
belongs to MonaWhen she's dancing all aloneForty floors above the cityCDs spinnin'AC
hummin'Feelin' prettySometimes
she'll call at some unholy hourShe wants to talkAll of this grim and funny stuffThen she'll go all
quiet in her Chelsea towerAnd that' when we waitTo see how the story ends'Cause the night
belongs to MonaWhen she's dancing all aloneForty floors above the cityCDs spinnin'AC
hummin'Feelin' prettyWas it the fire
downtownThat turned her world aroundWas it some guy
or lots of different thingsWe all wonder where she's
goneThat sunny girl we used to knowNow every night
we get the Mona showMaybe it's good that
she's above it allThings don't seem as darkWhen you're already dressed in blackWe try not to
see the writing on the wallWhat happens tomorrowWhen the moonraysGet so brightWhen she risesTowards the starlightMiles aboveThe city's
heatWill she fall hardOr float softly to the
streetTonight the night belongs to MonaWhen
she's dancing all aloneForty floors above the cityCDs spinnin'AC hummin'Feelin'
pretty