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