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5:21
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Bo Burnham (artpaul)
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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 pop 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.
(Finger you?)
Yeah, finger you.
FINGER YOU.
[Pre-hook]
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 (So low)
And girls' desperate need to feel loved.
(Loved)
(Please love me!)
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
[Hook]
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 makes 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
Finger prints are like no other
I love your eyes, and their
Blue-ish, brown-ish, green-ish colour.
I love that 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
Who don't have arms
But they can't use iTunes, so
f**k 'em, who needs 'em?
[Pre-hook]
I am a servant of darkness.
I am the void.
The rivers shall run red with the blood of virgins.
I take many shapes. This is one of them.
The strong will be made weak, and the weak shall bow before me.
SWAG
[Hook x2]
Yes, repeat it. Repeat it 'til 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
'Cause their little girl is in love
And how could love be wrong?
How could love be wrong?
When you repeat stuff
[Hook x2]
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 (artpaul) |
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9.9
(1 vote)
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