She Don't Want To Know Your Name

She Don’t Want To Know Your Name
Words & Music By: Donald Stephan Jones
April 2009


She watched him smile with a half-drunk grin
It made him look like a snagled tooth shark
He flexed his muscles and talked about his 67 mustang

Then he flashed his money clip
Like he thought he was Donald Trump
She said hey “Tom Cruise” read my lips

Cause

I don’t want to know your Trojan horse
And I don’t want to know where your trailer’s parked
And I don’t really care where your tattoos are
And I don’t want to know your name

She turned around, there was a another Romeo
With a blue swede suit and a ten gallon hat
He said come on little heifer, lets get up and dance

Then he started to do the twist
Like he channeled Chubby Checker’s moves
She Said, Hey Rhinestone Cowboy read my lips

Cause

I don’t want to know if your mother dressed you
I don’t want to know what your belt buckle says
And I don’t really care when you were dropped on your head
And I don’t want to know your name

Instrumental

Then he started to do the twist
Like he channeled Chubby Checker’s moves
She Said, Hey Rhinestone Cowboy read my lips

Cause


I don’t want to know if your house is on wheels
And I don’t really care if your car’s a John Deere
And I don’t want to know that you collect beer cans
Cause, I don’t want to know your name

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Copyright 2009