My only association with this Ellie Goulding song, from her 2010 debut album Lights, is my impersonation of its opening lines. My wife was (is?) a fan of this album, while I would pass up no chance to make fun of it.
My schoolyard taunts included saying Goulding sounds like a “wispy unicorn,” mocking her pronunciation of “this love” as “this loaf” and singing the beginning of this song as “a toy a too a tee a toe” in my best Ellie Goulding accent.
Yes, I am nine years old.
Like all the boys before
Like all the boys, boys, boys, boys
[Verse 1]
You left a blood stain on the floor
You set your sights on him
You left a hand print on the door
Like all the boys before, like all the boys before
This is our luck baby, running out
Our clothes were never off
We still have our roads to run about
To scale the map, scale the map
To get us back on track
[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve seen you in a fight you lost
I’ve seen you in a fight
[Chorus]
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me
In our house made of paper, your words all over me
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me
[Hook (2x)]
Like all the boys before
Like all the boys, boys, boys, boys
[Verse 2]
In here the world won’t bring us down
Our plan is gold dust
Out there a lonely girl could drown
In here we’re frozen
Where did the people go?
My hands are empty
You’re not the answer, I should know
Like all the boys before, like all the boys before
[Chorus]
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me
In our house made of paper, your words all over me
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me
[Bridge]
We’re in a mess baby, we’re in a mess babe
Your more is less babe, oh
We’re in a mess baby, we’re in a mess babe
Your more is less babe, oh oh
[Breakdown]
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me
In our house made of paper, your words all over me
(I’ve seen you in a fight you lost)
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me
(Like all the boys before, like all the boys before)
[Chorus (2x)]
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me
In our house made of paper, your words all over me
We’re under the sheets and you’re killing me
[Outro]
Killing me, killing me, killing me
Meet Me In Montauk 
A bit harsh on your wife’s musical taste, no?