Call It What You Will

You can call it anything you want But a rose is a rose and a thorn is a thorn Tell me white is black and black is white You can say anything but that don't make it right You can tell me that the world is flat If I didn't know any better, I might go for that And the sky is falling on my head I believe the sky is falling on my head I've been such a fool Don't you agree? I let you call all my shots for me Don't you know how it feels When you've got high ideals? Call it what you will - don't call it love Call it what you will - don't call it love Call it what you will - don't call it love Call it what you will - don't call it love, not