Don't Call Me Flower

Ooh, ooh Open on a scene Two people dressed in green With hours in the bank, not thoughts but shared bands But at the end of every line he feels the need to define the word 'Cause there's sweetheart and angel and love and darling And all those names are well and good until they're condescending 'Cause those things that you say, they lack to empower So wait And don't call me flower Just smile a bit more Sweetheart, you really don't know You're a pretty thing for sure, ahh And though I know that not all men Act the way that you did Got train station situation Lodged into my head With playback paraphrased I feel the need to erase your mistakes But what you did was wrong Though I went along It's just something about the way that you are 'Cause there's treacle and tart and there's bird and peng ting But at the end of the day I'm not confectionary 'Cause those things that you say they lack to empower So wait And don't call me flower, ahh Express ticket to getting under my skin There's a reason That you refuse to admit It's time to tell the truth I've got power over you You can take away my name But don't you think it's okay 'Cause I wore a skirt that day So we're closing on a scene Two people dressed in green Toxic masculinity, pursued by a bear please It's a phrase that you hate more than my free thought And that says it all No more excusing your Need to do something though I clearly said no Don't call me (Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh, mm)