Oh, Sweetheart

I found out I often disagreeThey say there is something wrong with meI don't even listen to them anymoreA friend gave me something to believeAnd that friend meant nothing more to meI don't even listen to him anymoreOh, sweetheartOh, sweetheartSomeone studies architecturesSomeone works with fabric texturesWe don't even listen to them anymoreA friend gave me a call to say I was wrongBut that friend means nothing more nowAnd I don't even listen to him anymoreOh, sweetheartOh, sweetheartOh, sweetheartOh, sweetheartWhatever you say I take it backWhatever I say I didn't mean thatWhatever you say I take it backWhatever I say I didn't mean thatNo, no, noWe don't even listen to them anymoreOh, sweetheartOh, sweetheartOh, sweetheartOh, sweetheartOh, sweetheartOh, sweetheartThey say I don't listen no moreThey say I don't listen no moreWhatever I say I take it backWhatever I said I didn't mean thatWhatevery they say I don't listen no more