Bo Burnham — 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 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.

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

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.

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.