You can walk all over me.nYou can stand and stare.nI still want my fingers in your hair.nnYou can tell your brother thatnI don't treat you right.nYou can wish me demons through the night.nnAnd, oh, compliment me, baby.nAnd, oh, compliment me, whoa.nnYou can give my drawings back,nSay they make you sad.nYou can run, going to tell your dad.nnAnd, oh, compliment me, baby.nAnd, oh, compliment me, whoa.