| All the boys called her Easy
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| Took her to drive-in movies
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| And bragged about the good times they had
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| The girls talked about her
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| And had parties without her
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| And wondered why a girl would let herself go so bad
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| They called her Easy, Easy
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| And laughed about how easy she was
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| They called her Easy, Easy
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| They said she was easy to love
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| They didn’t care if she was lonely
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| They didn’t care if she was only reaching out
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| The only way she could
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| They didn’t try to understand her
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| And this small town talk branded her
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| With names that said she wasn’t any good
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| They called her Easy, Easy
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| And laughed about how easy she was
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| They called her Easy, Easy
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| They said she was easy to love
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| Easy’s child came early
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| It seemed in such a hurry
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| For one who’d go through life without a name
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| Easy’s eyes were brighter
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| Than the moonlight on the water
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| When they handed her the child no one would claim
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| My friends thought I was crazy
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| To love Easy and her baby
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| They said I was a fool, but I just smiled
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| 'Cause love is what you make it
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| Any way you finally take it
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| It’s the only thing that makes life worthwhile
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| Now she’s Easy, she’s Easy
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| And life is not as lonely as it was
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| Because she’s Easy, she’s Easy
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| She’s so easy to love
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| Now she’s Easy, she’s Easy
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| And life is not as lonely as it was |