Chord Repeat Stuff - Bo Burnham

Tips Pencarian Lirik Favorit Anda

Anda Mengetahui Judul dan Nama Penyanyi

Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.

Anda Tidak mengetahui Judul Lagu, Tetapi Mengetahui Nama Penyanyi

Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.

Anda Tidak Mengetahui Judul Lagu, Tetapi mengetahui Syair

Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:

Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu
Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.

TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI

Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.

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 chordsBut 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, yeahRepeat 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

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