Oh, Sweetheart
I found out I often disagree
And they say there is something wrong with me
I don't even listen to them anymore
A friend gave me something to believe
But that friend meant nothing more to
Mend I don't even listen to him anymore
Oh Sweetheart
Someone studies architecture and someone works
With fabric textures we don't even listen to them anymore
A friend gave me a call to say I was wrong
But that friend means nothing more now I don't even listen to him any more
Oh Sweetheart
Whatever you say I take it back,
Whatever you say I didn't mean that
Oh Sweetheart
They say I don't listen no more