It's not about a prostitute! She's out with friends or something and her friends' friends keep forgetting her name, so they just call her. Well, jane, stacy, and so on, hoping they'll get it right. And here's jules' part in the end:
This song was in my head, now it's in my mind, call it reach it get some words and get some timing.
And though I realize, I cannot emphasize, I'll stick around but just don't promise, nothing binding.
And can't you see, that you're so desperately, a standing joker like a vocal one-liner.
Instead of sing-a-long, this song is monotone, I've gotta get some soul I gotta get some feeling.