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