Simple. Simple. He's simple. I like simple. He smells like roasted oak wood and tart. I like that about him. He airs confidence when he talks, I watch him when he walks. I like his dark hair. He's simple, that's what he says all the time. He doesn't like bonds, he's too simple. He simply likes sex, and I simply give it to him... And I simply want more then what he's giving.