Don't call me "babe" if you don't mean it

If you say it with eyes averted

With flippant grins and airy yawns

Mind already moving on

Don't call me "babe" to make ends meet

To play the part, set up the scene

Gentle tones and tender eyes

A facade—to apologize

Don't call me "babe" because you always do

Because I don't know what I'll do

When my name touches your lips—the first time in days

As you walk away