Oh, Sweetheart

Oh, Sweetheart
I found out I often disagree
They say there is something wrong with me
I don't even listen to them anymore
A friend gave me something to believe
And that friend meant nothing more to me
I don't even listen to him anymore

Oh, sweetheart
Oh, sweetheart
Someone studies architectures
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
And I don't even listen to him anymore
Oh, sweetheart
Oh, sweetheart
Oh, sweetheart
Oh, sweetheart
Whatever you say I take it back
Whatever I say I didn't mean that
Whatever you say I take it back
Whatever I say I didn't mean that
No, no, no
We don't even listen to them anymore
Oh, sweetheart
Oh, sweetheart
Oh, sweetheart
Oh, sweetheart
Oh, sweetheart
Oh, sweetheart
They say I don't listen no more
They say I don't listen no more
Whatever I say I take it back
Whatever I said I didn't mean that
Whatevery they say I don't listen no more