Bless Your Heart
written by vanessa collier
Don’t call me sweetheart, don’t call me baby
Don’t call me anything but my name
You must be foolish cause I ain’t your woman, your daughter or your friend
There’s a sayin’ in the south and it sounds real sweet
Bless your heart, you poor thing
You think you’re fine as a cherry pie
All sweet tea and sugar lips
But when you saunter over with that sly look on your face
Well I’m, I’m fixin’ to leave before I hear what you have to say
There’s a sayin’ in the south and it sounds real sweet
Bless your heart, you poor thing
Bless your heart, you poor, poor thing
I know you don’t know me
Just think I’m pretty as a peach, innocent and kind
But don’t you underestimate me
When you can’t tell what’s on my mind
There’s a sayin’ in the south and it sounds real sweet
Bless your heart, you poor thing
There’s a sayin’ in the south and it sounds real sweet
Bless your heart, you poor thing
You poor thing