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 that you are dumb enough to not realize everything I've said has been said before,
In a thousand ways, in a thousand songs, some with the same four cords
But you'll still love it, let me finger you

Oh boy girl, I'm your only boy,
Oh girl, boy your my only girl,
It's all about love, it's all about love, love love and album sales,

America says we love a chorus,

But don't get complicated and bore us,
Though meaning might be missing,
We need to know the words after just one? listen,
So 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 because 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

And if your my producer you might be thinking "oh no, sound the alarm,
You're not appealing to little girls who don't have arms,"
But they can use itunes so fuck off,