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)
