Lyrics What's Your Name - Theory Of A Deadman

What's Your Name

Well, its eight 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
What’s your name, little girl?
What’s your name?
Shootin' you straight, little girl
Won’t you do the same
Nine 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 was your name, little girl
What’s your name?
Shootin' you straight, little girl
Won’t you do the same