Elvis Costello

You should hear the things that they say about me
They’re saying, “She’s no better than she needed to be”
They don’t know that he was kind and warm and tender
Soon there’s going to be another Unwanted Number

How can I tell them?
How can I express?
How it felt to step out of this life and into his embrace
How can I tell them?
How can I explain?
All the love that I never had I found in him

There may be a stain on the family name
But if my Father was here I think I know who he’d blame
Mother says that he just doesn’t care to remember
And all he thinks of me is another Unwanted Number

What can she tell me?
What can I expect?
Of all the painful lessons that she learned
She never earned respect
What can she tell me?
What can I believe?
That she really didn’t hear me cry
Whenever he would leave

There’s a local game where they whisper my shame
They say, “He gave her his child, he wouldn’t give her his name”
They will torture me from January to September
And I will give my love to another Unwanted Number

I will give my love to another Unwanted Number