Repeat Stuff (Explicit)

Repeat Stuff (Explicit) - Bo Burnham

I love your hair I love your name

I love the way you say it

I love your heart and you're so smart

Cause you gave away it

I love your sis I love your dad I love your mum

But more than all of that I love the fact

That you are dumb enough

To not realize everything

I've said has been said before

In a thousand ways in a thousand songs

Some with the same four chords

But you'll still love it let me finger you

Finger you finger you

Oh girl I hope you don't think that I m rude

When I tell you that I love you boo

I also hope that you don't see through

This cleverly constructed ruse

Designed by a marketing team

Cashing in on puberty and low self-esteem

And girls desperate need to feel loved

America says we love a chorus

But don't get complicated and bore us

Though meaning might be missin

We need to know the words after just one listen so

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I love my baby and you know I couldn't live without her

But now I need to make every girl think this song s about her

Just to make sure that they spread it like the plague

So I describe my dream girl as really really vague like

I love your hands cause your fingerprints are like no other

I love your eyes and their blueish brownish greenish color

I love it when you smile that you smile wide

And I love how your torso has an arm on either side

Now if you're my agent you might be thinking

Oh no sound the alarms

You're not appealing to little girls who don't have arms

But they can't use i

Tunes so f**k em

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I'm in magazines full of model teens so far above you

So read them and hate yourself

And pay me to tell you I love you

And the parents will always come along

Because their little girl is in love

And how could love be wrong

How could love be wrong When you

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We know it s not right we know it s not funny

But we'll stop beating this dead horse when it stops spitting out money

But until then we will repeat stuff