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Video Karaoke Repeat Stuff - Bo Burnham

Este tema es una versión de Repeat Stuff, que popularizó Bo Burnham

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Con coros (con o sin voces en la versión KFN)

Tempo: variable (alrededor de 169 BPM)

Tonalidad idéntica al original: RE

La canción empieza a capella

Duración: 05:01 - Escuchar en: 02:52

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Fecha de publicación: 2013
Géneros: Humor, En inglés
Compositor original: Bo Burnham

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Letra Repeat Stuff

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 'cos 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
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
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
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, 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 'cos 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
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
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
When 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 dead horse
When it stops spittin' out money but until then we will repeat stuff

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