D
I love your hair I love your name I love the way you say it
Bm
I love your heart and you're so smart, 'cause you gave away it
G
I love your sis' I love your dad I love your mum
A
But more than all of that I love the fact that you are dumb enough (swag)
D      Bm             G                       A
To not realize everything I've said has been said before
       D                  Bm            G                         A
In a thousand ways in a thousand songs, some with the same four chords
But you'll still love it, let me finger you
D                                         G
Oh girl, I hope you don't think that I'm rude
                                 D
When I tell you that I love you boo
                                  A
I also hope that you don't see through
                           Bm
This cleverly constructed ruse
                         G
Designed by a marketing team
                                   D
Cashing in on puberty and low self-esteem
                               A
And girls' desperate need to feel loved
D                        Bm
America says we love a chorus
                               G
But don't get complicated and bore us
Though meaning might be missin'
    A
We need to know the words after just one listen so
   D                   Bm                    G                   A
Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff
   D                   Bm                    G           A
Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, yeah
D
I love my baby and you know I couldn't live without her
Bm
But now I need to make every girl think this song's about her
G
Just to make sure that they spread it like the plague
     A
So I describe my dream girl as really really vague, like
D
"I love your hands 'cause your fingerprints are like no other
Bm
I love your eyes and their blueish brownish greenish color
G
I love it when you smile, that you smile wide
       A
And I love how your torso has an arm on either side."
     D             Bm                  G            A              D
Now, if you're my agent you might be thinking, "Oh no, sound the alarms
              Bm                G                   A
You're not appealing to little girls who don't have arms."
But they can't use iTunes, so fuck 'em (who needs 'em?)
D                                         G
Oh girl, I hope you don't think that I'm rude
                                 D
When I tell you that I love you boo
                                  A
I also hope that you don't see through
                           Bm
This cleverly constructed ruse
                         G
Designed by a marketing team
                                   D
Cashing in on puberty and low self-esteem
                               A
And girls' desperate need to feel loved
D                        Bm
America says we love a chorus
                               G
But don't get complicated and bore us
Though meaning might be missin'
    A
We need to know the words after just one listen so
   D                   Bm                    G                   A
Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff
   D                   Bm                    G                   A
Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff
   D                    Bm                    G                   A
Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff
   D                    Bm                    G          A
Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, yeah
Repeat it! Repeat it 'til the day you die!
D Bm G A
D Bm G A
       D    Bm            G     A              D    Bm G A
I'm in magazines full of model teens, so far above you
    D             Bm       G         A                    D    Bm G A 
So read them and hate yourself, and pay me to tell you I love you
G                     A             D Bm G                     A             D
And your parents will always come along, because their little girl is in love
    Bm                 G  A D    Bm                 G  A D   Bm
And how could love be wro-o-ong? How could love be wro-o-ong? 
When you
   D                   Bm                    G                   A
Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff
   D                   Bm                    G                   A
Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff
   D                    Bm                    G                   A
Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff
   D                    Bm                    G          A
Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, yeah
D                 Bm    G                 A
We know it's not right, we know it's not funny
          D                  Bm                G               A
But we'll stop beating this dead horse when it stops spitting out money
                                     D