It was somethin' as simple
That kicked off the voice
She was smoothin' the sheet
With the palm of her hand
When the thought struck home
There's 3 people in this house
That don't need me anymore
And she cried like a baby
In a pile of dirty clothes
Oh, should I be more care free
Should I be more friend, than mom
And the dryer was buzzin'
And she wanted to call her mother
It was somethin' as simple
As checkin' in to that cheap motel
Was it the sting of leavin'
And she cried like a baby
Oh, should I be more care free
Should I be more friend, than mom
And she wanted to call her husband
It was somethin' as simple
That her back to Earth again
She'd been to the dark side of the moon
She had to keep it to herself
So she grabbed Kentucky Fried Chicken
Oh, but she looked more care free
And she looked more friend than mom
And the table talk was buzzin'
And the TV, it was blarin'
And they all sat and laughed at each other
It was somethin' as simple
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