Simple Life

she's got me reeling at her strange command

she's bitten off another sailors hand

found her lip when she was taking her bow

must have fixed it in a drink somehow

she speaks good english in the morning

and venusese by afternoon

all my change run over by the night before

i said i like the simple life

come on and shake your funky ass at me

i won't be leaning on your charity

betty said you was high class

i try to touch you but you're made of glass

don't you get nervous in the evening

when the lines just as good as dead

all my luck run over by the night before

i say i like the simple life

i'm just a shadow of my future self

out on a temporary loan to hell

i got to make it on the number 9

i got a little space to sell as time

she makes a pindoll in the kitchen

and sends me chills down the credit line

all the lights cut out about an hour in

i said i like the simple life