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