Bo Burnham - Repeat Stuff [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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 mom
But more than all of that I love he 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, some with the same four chords
But you’ll still love it, and let me finger you!
YEAH, FINGER YOU! FINGER YOU!

[Bridge]
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 love

[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

Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff x4

[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 bluish, 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
If your 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 them!

[Bridge]
(in background)
I am the servant of darkness
I am the void
The river 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!

[Chorus]

Yes, repeat it
Repeat it till the day that you die

[Verse 3]
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 the parents will always come along
Because their little girl is in love
And how can love be wrong
How can love be wrong

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Ohh, 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