Lyrics Theory Of A Deadman

Theory Of A Deadman

What's Your Name

Well, its 8 o'clock in Boise, Idaho

I'll find my limo driver

Mister, take us to the show

I done made some plans for later on tonight

I'll find a little queen

And I know I can treat her right

What's your name, little girl?

What's your name?

Shootin' you straight, little girl?

Won't you do the same?

Back at the hotel

Lord we got such a mess

It seems that one of the crew

Had a go with one of the guests, oh yes

Well, the police said we can't drink in the bar

What a shame

Won't you come upstairs girl

And have a drink of champagne

What's your name, little girl?

What's your name?

Shootin' you straight, little girl?

For there ain't no shame

What's your name, little girl?

What's your name?

Shootin' you straight, little girl?

Won't you do the same?

9 o'clock the next day

And I'm ready to go

I got six hundred miles to ride

To do one more show, oh no

Can I get you a taxi home

It sure was grand

When I come back here next year

I wanna see you again

What was your name, little girl?

What's your name?

Shootin' you straight, little girl?

Well there ain't no shame

What's your name, little girl?

What's your name?

Shootin' you straight, little girl?

Won't you do the same?