Repeat Stuff

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

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!

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, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, yeah

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 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 itunes so fuck 'em, who needs them!

Oh, girl, I hope you don’t think that I'm rude-oh, hello, satan!

Fellates microphone

Satan, you taste so good!

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, everybody!

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff! come on, louder, I can’t hear you!

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff!

Young ones, listen up

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 lahv yah

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

When you repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat-ahhh

I am a vessel, ah six six six, ahhhh iluminatti!

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