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
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
And 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 and oh, sweetheart
Oh, sweetheart, oh, sweetheart

Whatever you say, I take it back
Whatever I say, I didn't mean that
Whatever I say, I take it back
Whatever I say, I didn't mean that
No, no, no, no no no
No, no, no, 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
Whatever they say, I don't listen no more