I thought love was over-rated,
Highly complicated too;
What’s this dream that you’ve created?
You make it easy to be true.
Day by day, I’m growing fonder
Of the tender things you do;
I would be a fool to wander,
You make it easy to be true.
Though other lips and other eyes
May sometimes try to lure me,
No other lips, no other eyes,
Can give the things that you assure me.
Can’t you think of something spiteful?
Something mean that you could do?
Must you be so darn delightful?
You make it easy to be true.
- You Make It Easy To Be True
