Repeat Stuff (Studio)

Love songs used to be so beautiful

"Let us go then, you and I

When the evening is spread out against the sky

Like a patient etherized upon a table."

- T.S. Eliot

Nowadays, thanks to corporately owned pop stars

Love songs are even more beautiful

How beautiful are today's love songs?

I'll show you

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 (swag)

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 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 (loved, loved, loved)

America says we love a chorus

But don't get complicated and bore us

Though meaning might be missing

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

REPEAT STUFF!

YEAH 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"

Fuck 'em, who needs 'em?

Oh girl, I hope you don't think that I'm rude (I am a servant of darkness)

When I tell you that I love you boo (I am the void)

I also hope that you don't see through (The rivers will run red with the blood of virgins)

This cleverly constructed ruse (I take many shapes)

Designed by a marketing team (This is one of them)

Cashing in on puberty and low self-esteem (The strong will be made weak)

And girls' desperate need to feel loved (And the weak shall file before me)

(Swag)

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, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

Repeat stuff, YES!

REPEAT IT! REPEAT IT 'TILL THE DAY YOU DIE!

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 your parents will always come along

Because their little girl is in love

And how could love be wrong?

How could love be wrong?

Well you, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

Repeat stuff

Yeah, 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