Sweetheart

Don't call me beautiful A sight for sore eyes Then call me sensitive When you switch to being unkind Don't say that my legs look good But only in high heels Don't say when I talk too much That I lose sex appeal What if I'm not sensitive And you're messing with my mind Making me insecure Yet pander for your affection at the same time What if I'm smart What if I'm funny And you're just a man that says sweetheart and honey What if it's you? What if it's you? What if it's you? Don't tell me that you'd sleep with me If we met before you said I do Don't tell me it's a compliment And I'm just being prude Don't use the fact you make me laugh To get away with words That play into my conscious like a cruel mockingbird Cause what if I'm not sensitive And you're just being mean Your back handed compliments Are your bullshit smokescreen What if I'm smart What if I'm funny And you're just a man that says sweetheart and honey What if it's you? What if it's you? What if it's you? Sometimes I don't think That you really know The power your words have I thought I'd let you know Don't worry old man I'll slow it down So you understand How to sit on your hands Cause sweetheart its you Sweetheart it's you Sweetheart it's you It's you Sweetheart it's you Sweetheart it's you