what's her name today?
Elvis Costello with Burt Bacharach Lyrics

What's her name today?
As she shifts and changes in your mind, can you even remember the name of this girl you're seeing now?

What's her name today?
You're so quick to forget the girls you leave behind, moving on to the next one without a second thought.

She could be anyone
In your eyes, all girls are the same - interchangeable, dispensable, and easily forgotten.

I might have known you'd leave her crying
You never stay for long, and it seems like every girl you touch ends up shedding tears when you're gone.

What's her name again?
You've forgotten her already, haven't you? Or did you ever bother to learn it in the first place?

You should be ashamed
Your behavior is cruel and hurtful, and you should feel guilty for the way you treat these girls.

How could you treat her so unspeakably?
Your actions are beyond the realm of decency or respect - you hurt these girls deeply and leave them with scars that last.

Or did you think she was a different girl?
Are you conflating this girl with another, creating some fantasy in your head that justifies your careless and inconsiderate behavior?

For as the radio played in the bedroom wall...
As you go about your daily routine, the memory of this girl fades away into the background, swallowed up by the noise and clamor of the world.

What was that name you called her?
You can barely remember her name, let alone any of the things that made her unique and special to you.

Was she the one who took away your pride...
Did this girl hurt you in some way that made you want to lash out at every other girl you met thereafter?

And your reason?
Are you acting out of rational thought and sound mind, or are your emotions dictating your every move and decision?

Oh, why did you decide that...
Instead of dealing with your own pain and sorrow in a healthy way, you've chosen to inflict that pain on others, further perpetuating the cycle of hurt.

Is her hair hanging down?
As you meet yet another girl, your mind fixates on the superficial details - her hair, her face, her clothes - without ever taking the time to know her true essence.

Or maybe it's fixed with a ribbon
It doesn't matter how she looks or what she wears - you'll still treat her like a disposable object, of no value beyond your fleeting pleasure.

Are her eyes still blue?
As you try to remember what she looks like, you realize that it doesn't matter - what matters is how she makes you feel, not who she is as a person.

Should she trust in you?
You've given her no reason to trust you, yet you expect her to believe in your empty promises of love and affection.

Because it's a lonely world...
She wants to believe in something more meaningful and transcendent than the loneliness and pain that permeates every aspect of modern life.

But as the radio played in the bedroom wall...
Despite her best efforts, the noise and chaos of the world threatens to prevent her from ever finding true connection or intimacy with another person.

Isn't her smile reminiscent of someone else?
You're so quick to compare her to other girls, to see her only in terms of how she measures up to some arbitrary standard of beauty and desirability.

Well, is it or isn't it?
You can't even decide for yourself whether she's worth your time and affection, constantly vacillating between feelings of love and disgust.

Is she going to stay...
You know that this won't last forever, that eventually you'll grow tired of her and cast her aside like so many others before.

So you can ruin her?
You derive some perverse pleasure from breaking these girls down and reducing them to helpless, vulnerable objects in your warped mind.

And soon she'll be twisted in chiffon...
You'll dress her up and parade her around like some kind of lifeless mannequin, reveling in the power and control that you feel over her.

Dress her like a doll...
You treat her like a toy, a thing to be played with and discarded at your leisure without any regard for her feelings or well-being.

String her like a pearl...
You see her as nothing more than a pretty bauble to adorn your arm, to signal your status and sophistication to the world.

She hears peals of bells, but it's hard to tell...
You manipulate her mind and emotions so thoroughly that she can no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy, between love and pain.

Now that she's hung up like a chandelier
You've reduced her to a lifeless ornament, hanging her high above the ground so that you can admire her beauty and charm from afar.

What's her name?
You've forgotten her as soon as she left your sight, and you'll forget the next one just as quickly - your capacity for love and empathy is as fleeting as it is shallow.

What's her name?
You don't really care, do you? These girls are interchangeable in your eyes, mere tools to satisfy your insatiable appetite for pleasure.

What's her name today?
Another day, another girl - they all blend together in a haze of lust and desire, fleeting shadows in the long night of your soul.