I painted my phone bright red;
At night I keep it next to my head--
A hot-line with a busy tone.


So what's the secret door to your heart?
And don't you think that I should start

Looking for the sunshine in your soul?

What's in a name, but if you're asking me

There oughta be a song called "gina marie."

Does the smog talk to you, too?

I've always liked that shade of blue--
The City of Angels got it going down.


Now it's not the dream, but I see you when you sleep.
There oughta be a song called "gina marie."


I heard you hate your name,
But you can't mean what you say.
I think we think the same,

We just can't think of what to say.

(Musical break)


I don't even know what you drink,
And you don't know which eye I wink with (at you),

But neither do I.

I can't even speak, I'm choked up (just what you need)

Swerving around like some drunken Neal Cassady***
What's in a name, but if you're asking me
There just oughta be a song called "gina marie";

There's just gotta be a song called "gina marie";
There just outta be a song called "gina marie."