It’s night time in the Big City
Foghorns bellow in the gloom along the wharf
A crying woman in a nightgown can’t flag down a cab.
“Tonight we’re gonna talk about a subject close to my heart, women’s names. That which we call are nearest and dearest, those who we love and want to love. Let me quote William Shakespeare to ya: ‘What’s in a name that which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet’ .”