I've got to find out, I've got to find out
I went dancin' to the disco last night
I saw this guy, I think I saw the light
I had to find out who he was
I had to find outWhat's your name, what's your number
What's your name, what's your number
What's your name, what's your number
What's your name, what's your numberI couldn't believe he was lookin' my way
He turned to his friend, this is what I heard him sayWho is that girl…who is that girl
I've got to find out, I've got to find outWhat's your name, what's your number
What's your name, what's your number
What's your name, what's your number
What's your name, what's your numberWhat's your name, what's your number…I've got to find out, I've got to find out
I walked up, I gave him my big grin
He looked me up and down and then he looked again
And then he stared at me straight in the eye
And said the words as I gave him my What's your name, what's your number
What's your name, what's your number
What's your name, what's your number
What's your name, what's your number
I've got to find out, I've got to find out
Composição: Bobby Woods / Roger Cook.
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