You can call it anything you want
But a rose is a rose and a thorn is a thorn
Tell me white is black and black is white
You can say anything but that don't make it right
You can tell me that the world is flat
If I didn't know any better, I might go for that
And the sky is falling on my head
I believe the sky is falling on my head
I've been such a fool
Don't you agree?
I let you call all my shots for me
Don't you know how it feels
When you've got high ideals?
Call it what you will - don't call it love
Call it what you will - don't call it love
Call it what you will - don't call it love
Call it what you will - don't call it love, not in front of me
I think I'm old enough
I can handle myself when the going gets tough
You don't have to hide it anymore
Why bother sparing me now when you didn't before?
You can save that line for someone else
That's your own can of beans and I swear I won't tell
Now is the sky is falling on my head
I believe the sky is falling on my head
I've been such a fool
But don't cry for me
You are the one who needs sympathy