Repeat Stuff - 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, sung with the same four chords

But you’ll still love it, let me finger you, yeah finger you finger you!

Oh girl, I hope you don’t think it’s 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 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 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 that don’t have arms»

But they can’t use iTunes, so fuck 'em who needs 'em!

Oh girl, oh hello Satan!

-fellates microphone-

Satan you taste so good!

Repeat stuff Everybody!

C’mon on louder I can’t hear you!

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 (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

Repeat stuff Repeat stu- I am a vessal!

666!

Illuminati!

Freemasons!

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