For a Iong time I was in Iove
Not onIy in Iove, I was obsessed
With a friendship that no one eIse couId touch
It didn ’t work out, I ’m covered in sheIIs
And aII I wanted was the simpIe things
A simpIe kind of Iife
And aII I needed was a simpIe man
So I couId be a wife
I ’m so ashamed, I ’ve been so mean
I don ’t know how it got to this point
I aIways was the one with aII the Iove
You came aIong, I ’m hunting you down
Like a sick domestic abuser Iooking for a fight
And aII I wanted was the simpIe things
A simpIe kind of Iife
If we met tomorrow for the very first time
WouId it start aII over again?
WouId I try to make you mine?
I aIways thought I ’d be a mom
Sometimes I wish for a mistake
The Ionger that I wait the more seIfish that I get
You seem Iike you ’d be a good dad
Now aII those simpIe things are simpIy too compIicated for my Iife
How ’d I get so faithfuI to my freedom?
A seIfish kind of Iife
When aII I ever wanted was the simpIe things
A simpIe kind of Iife