Repeat Stuff
Love songs used to be so beautiful"Let us go then you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky like a patient etherized upon a table."-T.S. Elliot
Nowadays, thanks to corporately owned pop starsLove songs are even more beautiful.How beautiful are today's love songs?I'll show you.
[VERSE 1]I love your hair I love your name I love the way you say itI love your heart and you're so smart, 'cause you gave away itI love your sis' I love your dad I love your mumBut more than all of that I love the fact that you are dumb enough (swag)To not realize everything I've said has been said beforeIn a thousand ways in a thousand songs, some with the same four chordsBut you'll still love it, let me finger you
[CHORUS]Oh girl, I hope you don't think that I'm rudeWhen I tell you that I love you booI also hope that you don't see throughThis cleverly constructed ruseDesigned by a marketing teamCashing in on puberty and low self-esteemAnd girls' desperate need to feel loved
America says we love a chorusBut don't get complicated and bore usThough meaning might be missin'We need to know the words after just one listen soRepeat stuff [x8]
[VERSE 2]I love my baby and you know I couldn't live without herBut now I need to make every girl think this song's about herJust to make sure that they spread it like the plagueSo I describe my dream girl as really really vague, like"I love your hands 'cause your fingerprints are like no otherI love your eyes and their blueish brownish greenish colorI love it when you smile, that you smile wideAnd 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 alarmsYou're not appealing to little girls who don't have arms."But they can't use iTunes, so fuck 'em (who needs 'em?)
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Repeat stuff [x10]Repeat it! Repeat it 'til the day you die!
[INTERLUDE]I'm in magazines full of model teens, so far above youSo read them and hate yourself, and pay me to tell you I love youAnd the parents will always come along, because their little girl is in loveAnd how could love be wrong? How could love be wrong? When youRepeat stuff [x8]
[ENDING]We know it's not right, we know it's not funnyBut we'll stop beating this dead horse when it stops spitting out money
But until then, we will repeat stuff