Simple - Angie Hart

And now I’m touching everyone

Since your hands touched me

The fear of being afraid is gone

I have to say it’s kind of fun

And no one seems to mind

I have my way with everyone

And anyone who says it’s wrong

Has never felt my hands upon them

Turn them on, it’s a pop song

It’s so sweet and then forgotten

When I want them, when I need them

When I’m here and when I leave them

Our time cannot be wrinkled

Can it really be this simple?

And now I’m touching you

And doing all the things

I said I wouldn’t do

You know you’re not the only one

You are not the first

And you won’t be the last, come on

And anyone who says it’s wrong

Has never felt your hands upon them

Turn them on, it’s a pop song

It’s so sweet and then forgotten

When you want them, when you need them

When you’re here and when you leave them

Our time cannot be wrinkled

Can it really be this simple?

Just when I think there’s nothing wrong

Your hands are gone

It’s not a pop song anymore

Is this a love song?

Cause it’s going on too long

What’s going on?

I just can’t tell

Can’t think of anybody else

Secretly checking for missed calls

Please, please

I hope you’ll break my fall

Cause I want you and I need you

And I swear I’ll never leave you

Our time cannot be wrinkled

Can it really be this simple?