You only call me if you're feeling blue.
You tell me I don't pay attention to you.
But if you only knew just what I'm going through,
You wouldn't phone those guys who mess around with you, girl.
When I call you I get stacks of lies.
You whip them out before you dry your eyes.
I'm not a machine, a nineteen-sixties dream.

You're not unreadable, you're not unbeatable.
I know just what you are. Don't push your luck too far.
You're not untouchable, not just another girl.
I'd get in touch with you, I only wish you knew that
I've got your number written on the back of my hand.
I've got your number written on the back of my hand.
I've got your number written on the back of my hand.
I've got your number.


I had a dream I had another girl
But in the morning she was just a kick inside
I hope I'm getting through the interference to
My money's running out, I don't know what to say now.
The operator's saying cut the line
You want to call here for the very last time.
You're only young at heart, but there's a time to start
Just realizing what I've got down here, girl.

Say, don't you realize. Is there nothing left inside?
Hey, did I get you wrong? Say, where has your number gone?