Simple

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?