[Strophe]
D 
I love your hair I love your name I love the way you say it 
Bm 
I love your heart and your so smart 'cuz you gave away it 
G 
I love your sis I love your dad I love your mom 
A 
but more than all of the that I love the fact that you are dumb enough 
D      Bm           G                        A 
to not realize everything I've said has been said before 
     D                  Bm 
in a thousand ways in a thousand songs 
G                       A 
some with the same four chords (But you'll still love it and let me finger you!)
[Pont]
Bm                                        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 you don't see through 
                          Bm 
This cleverly constructed ruse 
                        G                                       D 
Designed by a marketing team cashing in on puberty and low self esteem 
                                  A 
And girls' desperate need to feel loved 
[Refrain]
D                      Bm                                    G 
America says we love a chorus, but don't get complicated and bore us 
                                    A 
though meaning might be missing, we need to know the words after just one listen 
     D                  Bm                     G                  A 
so 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, yeah!
[Strophe]
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 so  
A 
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 bluish brownish greenish color 
G 
I love it when you smile, that you smile wide and I  
A 
love how your torso has an arm on either side. Now,  
D            Bm                 G            A              D 
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 f*** 'em who needs 'em!)
[Pont]
Bm                                        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 you don't see through 
                          Bm 
This cleverly constructed ruse 
                        G                                       D 
Designed by a marketing team cashing in on puberty and low self esteem 
                                  A 
And girls' desperate need to feel loved 
[Refrain]
D                      Bm                                    G 
America says we love a chorus, but don't get complicated and bore us 
                                    A 
though meaning might be missing, we need to know the words after just one listen 
     D                  Bm                     G                  A 
so 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, yeah!
[Interlude]
D Bm G A
[Strophe]
       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       (I love you) 
G                     A            D    Bm G                  A                D 
And your parents will always come along,  'cause their little girl's in love 
    Em                G A D  Bm                G A D  Bm 
And how could love be wrong? How could love be wrong?    When you 
  D                  Bm                     G                  A 
Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff. Repeat stuff, repeat stuff repeat stuff  
D               Bm    G       A 
I am a vessel 666   Illumanati 
[Outro]
D                Bm 
We know it's not right 
G                 A 
We know it's not funny but we'll 
D                  Bm 
Stop beating this dead horse when it 
G                  A 
Stops spitting out money 
 
But until then  
         D 
We will repeat stuff