Compliment Me, Baby
You can walk all over me
You can stand and stare
I still want my fingers in your hair
You can tell your brother that
I don't treat you right
You can wish me demons through the night
And, oh, compliment me, baby
And, oh, compliment me, whoa
You can give my drawings back
Say they make you sad
You can run, going to tell your dad
And, oh, compliment me, baby
And, oh, compliment me, whoa