Repeat Stuff - Studio - Intellectual

[Intro]

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

[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

(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!

[Refrain]

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

Cashing in on puberty and low self esteem

(So low!)

And girls' desperate need to feel loved

(Love! Love, love, love, love)

(Please love me!)

[Pre-Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

Repeat stuff, yeah

(Repeat stuff! Yeah, repeat stuff!)

[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 who don't have arms"

But they can't use iTunes, so

Fuck 'em, who needs 'em?

[Refrain]

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 shall run red with the blood of virgins)

This cleverly constructed ruse

Cashing in on puberty and low self esteem (This is one of them)

(The strong will be made weak)

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

(SWAG!)

[Pre-Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

(Repeat stuff for me, stuff!)

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

(Stuff, gay, gay stuff)

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

Repeat stuff, yeah

(Yes! Repeat it! Repeat it till the day you die!)

[Bridge]

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?

[Chorus]

When you repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

(Unh, yeah, fuck, fucking repeat it again)

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

(Repeat it again, yeah, keep repeating it)

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

[Excerpt from Adolf Hitler's speech at the Nuremberg Rally]

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

[Giggling]

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff

Repeat stuff, yeah

[Outro]

We know it's not right

We know it's not funny

But we'll stop beating this dead horse

When it stops spittin' out money

But until then, we will repeat stuff