Some days its just so eeeea-sy to be happ-y.  It's easy to believe, it's easy to smile at strangers, it's easy, easy, easy.  May 13th, 2002: you, me, me, you.  Repeat of that day, smiling as you say I'm still just as pretty as ever.  We were wild, we were young, we're still free but we've lost a few of the strings along the way.  Let's pick them up and start over.  Play my favorites and I promise not to sing off key.  Je pense que tu es beau, encore, encore, encore.  It's become so easy, so easy, too easy to love you.