Wish,
wish,
wish,
wish,
wish I could swing,
wish I could swing,
wish that this thing was
more than a theme song for sad little
girls with rock and roll dreams,
born in an armor
of t-shirt and jeans, come on, love is simple,
love is pure
I'm looking at you,
and oh what a view I'm loving the angles,
I'm loving the colors
What do I do,
what do I do,
mother of God,
what do I do?
You're so deliciously appealing as you're so full of yourself
I beg,
don't explain,
I'm buying everything you sell
Simple,
love is pure,
love is easy,
love is hard
I look damaged by day,
damaged by day,
but I've lost all my fluorescent light
To be honest with you,
I don't care what you say,
you haven't seen me in fluorescent light
You offer a philosophy,
start thinking radically,
to be taken seriously
Well, * that,
so deliciously appealing as you're so full of yourself I beg,
don't explain,
I'm buying everything you sell
Why don't we just get to the part where my heart goes,
crack,
crack, crack
Well why don't we just get my heart
all together and fall to the black,
fall to the black,
come on
Love
is simple,
love
is pure.
Love
is easy,
love
is hard.
Love
is simple,
love is pure.
Love is easy,
love
is hard.