I love your ha

ir I love your

 name I love t

he way you say

 it

I love your he

art and you're

 so smart, 'ca

use you gave a

way it

I love your si

s' I love your

 dad I love yo

ur mum

But more than 

all of that I 

love the fact 

that you are d

umb enough (sw

ag)
           
To not realize

             
 everything I'

              
ve said has be

    
en said before
             
In a thousand 

            
ways in a thou

             
sand songs, so

              
me with the sa

          
me four chords
But you'll still love it, let me finger you

             
Oh girl, I hop

              
e you don't th

              
ink that I'm r


ude
              
When I tell yo

              
u that I love 

     
you boo
              
I also hope th

              
at you don't s

      
ee through
              
This cleverly 

             
constructed ru


se
              
Designed by a 

           
marketing team
              
Cashing in on 

              
puberty and lo

       
w self-esteem
              
And girls' des

              
perate need to

   
 feel loved

             
America says w

           
e love a choru

s
              
But don't get 

              
complicated an

   
d bore us
Though meaning might be missin'
    
We need to kno

w the words af

ter just one l

isten so
             
Repeat stuff, 

            
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yeah


I love my baby

 and you know 

I couldn't liv

e without her

But now I need

 to make every

 girl think th

is song's abou

t her

Just to make s

ure that they 

spread it like

 the plague
     
So I describe 

my dream girl 

as really real

ly vague, like

"I love your h

ands 'cause yo

ur fingerprint

s are like no 

other

I love your ey

es and their b

lueish brownis

h greenish col

or

I love it when

 you smile, th

at you smile w

ide
       
And I love how

 your torso ha

s an arm on ei

ther side."
             
Now, if you're

            
 my agent you 

             
might be think

             
ing, "Oh no, s

           
ound the alarm

s
              
You're not app

            
ealing to litt

             
le girls who d

          
on't have arms

."
But they can't use iTunes, so fuck 'em (who needs 'em?)

             
Oh girl, I hop

              
e you don't th

              
ink that I'm r


ude
              
When I tell yo

              
u that I love 

     
you boo
              
I also hope th

              
at you don't s

      
ee through
              
This cleverly 

             
constructed ru


se
              
Designed by a 

           
marketing team
              
Cashing in on 

              
puberty and lo

       
w self-esteem
              
And girls' des

              
perate need to

   
 feel loved

             
America says w

           
e love a choru

s
              
But don't get 

              
complicated an

   
d bore us
Though meaning might be missin'
    
We need to kno

w the words af

ter just one l

isten so
             
Repeat stuff, 

            
repeat stuff, 

              
repeat stuff, 

             
repeat stuff, 

         
repeat stuff, 

repeat stuff
             
Repeat stuff, 

            
repeat stuff, 

              
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repeat stuff, 

 
yeah
Repeat it! Repeat it 'til the day you die!

   
   
           
I'm in magazin

             
es full of mod

             
el teens, so f

           
ar above you
             
So read them a

           
nd hate yourse

             
lf, and pay me

              
 to tell you I

         
 love you
             
And your paren

             
ts will always

          
 come along, b

              
ecause their l

             
ittle girl is 

       
in love
            
And how could 

            
love be wro-o-

           
ong? How could

            
 love be wro-o

    
-ong? 
When you
             
Repeat stuff, 

            
repeat stuff, 

              
repeat stuff, 

             
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repeat stuff, 

              
repeat stuff, 

             
repeat stuff, 

 
yeah

             
We know it's n

           
ot right, we k

              
now it's not f


unny
             
But we'll stop

              
 beating this 

            
dead horse whe

             
n it stops spi

       
tting out mone

y
              
But until then

              
, we will repe

         
at stuff