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