Repeat Stuff

[Verse 1] 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 mom But more than all of that I love he fact that you are dumb enough (Swag) 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, and let me finger you! YEAH, FINGER YOU! FINGER YOU! [Bridge] 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 love [Chorus] 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 x4 [Verse 2] 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 bluish, 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 If your 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 iTunes so fuck 'em, who needs them! [Bridge] (in background) I am the servant of darkness I am the void The river shall run red with the blood of virgins I take many shapes This is one of them The strong will be made weak And the weak shall bow before me Swag! [Chorus] Yes, repeat it Repeat it till the day that you die [Verse 3] I’m in magazines Full of model teens So far above you So read them and hate yourself Then pay me to tell you I love you (I love you) And the parents will always come along Because their little girl is in love And how can love be wrong How can love be wrong [Chorus] [Outro] Ohh, 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