Repeat Stuff (Studio) Songtext
von Bo Burnham

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