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 the fact that you are dumb enough
to not realize everything I've said has been said before,
In a thousand ways, in a thousand songs, sung with the same four
cords.
But you'll still love it, (quitely and murmuring) and let me finger you.
Oh boy, girl, I'm your only boy,
Oh girl, boy, you're my only girl,
I'm just-a one boy,
You're just-a one girl,
(quitely)And that makes two of us.
America says we love a chorus,
But don't make it complicated and bore us,
The meaning might be missing,
We need to know the words after just one listen,
So repeat stuff, repeat stuff,repeat stuff (x8)
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 bluish, brownish, greenish color.
I love it when you smile, that you smile wide.
And I love the way your torso has an arm on either side.
And if you're 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 f*ck 'em!
Oh boy, girl, I'm your only boy,
Oh girl, boy, you're my only girl,
It's all about love, it's all about love, it's all about love
(quitely)And album sales.