co-wrote.  In this case, Amy wrote the music, and Emily wrote the
words.  The song originally appears on "Blue Food," in a live version
complete with a little introduction...

		Don't Know Your Name.

	A: We want you to know before we do it that this does not
promote... um, promis...promiscuous sex, or anything like that, in
any way.  We...  This is sarcastic - we're putting down the meat
market, basically.
	E: It's not our philosophy on life, or anything.
	A: Yeah.  Really.
	E: Of course, I wrote the words, you know, but...
	A: That's right.
	E (in mock drunken voice): I was SO WASTED, you know...
	Audience member: What are you trying to say?
	E (very straight): Nothing.  We aren't saying a thing.  We're
just talking.
	A: We're trying to say that, uh, we're not Madonna.
(Laughs.)
	E: This is a dirty song.  Hope y'all like it.
	(music begins.)

	E: Amy wrote the music.
	-----------------------
	E (spoken): I walked into my favorite place one night; I just
got back from a lecture, and I was feeling kind of uptight.  And at
the end of the bar, there was this guy, and, you know, I wasn't
really looking, but I caught him out of the corner of my eye.  The
next thing I know, he was moving my way - I thought he wanted to
talk, but this is what he had to say:
	A (sung): I don't know your name, babe
		  But I want to be your lover.
		  I don't know your name, babe
		  But I want to be your lover.
		  One time or another, baby -

		  I want to be your lover.
	E: I have to admit, I was a little bit surprised, but I
wasn't really scared, 'cause I was twice his size.  So I said to
myself, "Ok, I'll play his game...," and when he turned to me, I gave
him my name.
	A: I know your name, babe
	   But I got to know your number.
	   I know your name, babe
	   But I got to know your number.
	   I said, one time or another, baby -

	   I'm gonna be your lover.
	E: Well, I said to myself, "This guy is persistent.  He's a
little bit dumb, but at least he's consistent."  I tried to talk
cool, but when we touched, I went under.  I made a quick decision,
and I gave him my number.
	A: I know your number
	   But I don't know what to say, babe.
	E (effeminately): That's ok...
	A: I know your number
	   But I don't know what to say, babe.
	   Oh, it don't matter anyway, no -
	   I don't talk when I'm making love to you
	   I wanna be you lover...
	E: Well, you probably won't believe this, but we got married
one day.  And I still don't know if he speaks English, 'cause he
doesn't have much to say.  It's a damn good thing I like lying around
- we don't make much conversation - just love-making sounds.  (Aside:
You know what I'm talking about?  Y'all KNOW what I'm talking about!)
Well, one thing I've learned from being in this state -

	E & A (sung): There are other ways to communicate!
	A: I don't know your name, babe
	   But I want to be your lover.
	   I don't know your name, babe
	   But I want to be your lover.
	   One time or another, baby -

	   I want to be your lover