Repeat Stuff (Studio) (Explicit)

Repeat Stuff (Studio) (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
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
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
Repeat stuff Repeat stuff Repeat stuff
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Repeat it  Repeat it yeah
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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Yeah
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