Song Description

An uptempo pop/rock/dance track about a woman being seen as a one night stand.

Lyrics

If it helps your conscience,
I'll let you hold the door for me.
You can pay for my Bacardi, even call me darling
Tonight I'm your pretty little thing

Something wrong in me
Goes along with your game
Building you up just to burn you down again

Tomorrow morning your ego's
Gonna take a blow
So catch your kisses while you can then watch me go
You'll call me cruel cos I don't want no breakfast in bed
Can you even tell me
What's my name? (repeat)

You want me now when my face is painted
In the morning what you gonna do?
When that sugar-coating has worn right off,
You take a taste and I'm too bitter for you?
You've gave me every line in the book
But I can tell by the look on your face
You don't care to remember
my
my name
what's my name? (repeat)

This city must have got me numb
Cos I know it won't hurt me, no
You'll be here again when next weekend comes,
And you've got another girl on show

Just another me, who buys your lies,
Pretending to have love in her eyes
Didn't mean to disturb your karma,
My mamma must have taught me wise
We're similar creatures, you and I and
I'm only protecting my pride.
I don't believe you'd have called me tomorrow
So how am I to blame?
Because I played you at your own game instead of waiting to be played
can you even tell me? Can you even tell me?
What's my name? (repeat)