Love songs used to be so beautiful."Let us go then, you and I, when the evening is spread out against the skyLike a patient etherized upon a table."-T.S. EliotNowadays, 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 nameI 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 beforeIn a thousand ways in a thousand songsSung with the same four chordsBut 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 rudeWhen I tell you that I love you, boo.I also hope that you don't see throughThis cleverly constructed ruseDesigned by a marketing teamCashing 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 stuffRepeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuffRepeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuffRepeat stuff, yeah.Repeat stuff!Yeah, repeat stuff!I love my baby and you knowI couldn't live without her.But now I need to make every girl thinkThis 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, likeI love your hands, 'cause yourFinger prints are like no otherI love your eyes, and theirBlue-ish, brown-ish, green-ish colour.I love that when you smile, that you smile wide, andI 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 girlsWho don't have armsBut they can't use iTunes, soFuck '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 dieI'm in magazines full of model teensSo far above youSo read them and hate yourself, thenPay me to tell you I love youI love youAnd your parents will always come along'Cause their little girl is in loveAnd how could love be wrong?How could love be wrong?When you repeat stuff[Hook x2]Yeah, we know it's not rightWe know it's not funnyBut we'll stop beating this dead horseWhen it stops spitting out moneyBut until thenWe will repeat stuff
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