Texty: Andrea Corr. Ten Feet High. Hello Boys.

Hello boys I know you're watching me,
I think that I like it.
I'm so tired that I can barely see,
Come find where my light is.

Now I don't want conversation,
It gets in the way.
Just use your intuition,
I'm here to play.

Hello boy, what's your name?
Hello boy, what's your name?

See me walking down the avenue,
I look like a waitress.
But I don't serve anything you've ever tasted,
I'm a plate.
Now I don't need smooth seduction.
I don't need a date.
I would take your complication,
I'll make you okay.

Hello boy, what's your name?
Hello boy, what's your name?

What do you really want?
What do you dream about?
Are you ready for?
Why do you do that?
What are you living for?
What do you dream about?
Are you ready for?
Why do you do [that]?

Hello boy, what's your name?
Hello boy, what's your name?