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  • Текст песни Bo Burnham - Repeat Stuff

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    На этой странице находится текст песни Bo Burnham - Repeat Stuff, а также перевод песни и видео или клип.
    [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 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

    [CHORUS]
    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 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 [x8]

    [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 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 (fuck 'em right in the face)

    [CHORUS]

    [INTERLUDE]
    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
    Repeat stuff [x8]

    [ENDING]
    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

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