Biografía:
Robert Pickering "Bo" Burnham (born August 21, 1990) is an American comedian, musician, actor, filmmaker and poet.[1][2][3] He began his performance career as a YouTuber in March 2006, and his videos have been viewed over 250 million times[3][4] as of December 2018.
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Otras canciones:
- #deep
- 3.14 Apple Pi
- 3.14 Apple Pie
- Are You Happy
- Art Is Dead
- Cookout
- Country Song
- Eff
- From God's Perspective
- Hell Of A Ride
- I'm Bo Yo
- Kill Yourself
- Kill Youself
- Little Adolf
- Love Is...
- Lower Your Expectations
- Men And Women
- My Whole Family
- New Math
- Oh My God
- Perfect Woman
- Repeat Stuff
- Sad
- Straight White Male
- Welcome To Youtube
- Words Words Words
- From Gods Perspective
- 314 Apple Pi
- A Love Ballad
- Cant Handle This
- Channel 5 News
- Cun
- Deep
- Fetus
- He Meant To Knock The Water Over
- High School Party
- Im Bo Yo
- Love Is
- My Better Half
- My Little Secret
- Nerds
- Oh Bo
- Oh My God Song From The Perspective Of God
- Rant
- Sunday School
- The Break Up Song
- The Perfect Woman
- The Twitter Song
- Whats Funny
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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I love your hair I love your name I love the way you say it
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I love your heart and you're so smart 'cause you gave away it
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I love your sis' I love your dad I love your mum
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But more than all of that I love the fact that you are dumb enough swag
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To not realize everything I've said has been said before
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In a thousand ways in a thousand songs some with the same four chords
But you'll still love it let me finger you
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Oh girl I hope you don't think that I'm rude
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When I tell you that I love you boo
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I also hope that you don't see through
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This cleverly constructed ruse
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Designed by a marketing team
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Cashing in on puberty and low self-esteem
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And girls' desperate need to feel loved
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America says we love a chorus
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But don't get complicated and bore us
Though meaning might be missin'
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We need to know the words after just one listen so
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Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff
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Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, yeah
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I love my baby and you know I couldn't live without her
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But now I need to make every girl think this song's about her
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Just to make sure that they spread it like the plague
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So I describe my dream girl as really really vague like
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I love your hands 'cause your fingerprints are like no other
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I love your eyes and their blueish brownish greenish color
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I love it when you smile that you smile wide
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And I love how your torso has an arm on either side
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Now if you're my agent you might be thinking Oh no sound the alarms
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You're not appealing to little girls who don't have arms
But they can't use iTunes so fuck 'em who needs 'em
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Oh girl I hope you don't think that I'm rude
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When I tell you that I love you boo
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I also hope that you don't see through
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This cleverly constructed ruse
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Designed by a marketing team
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Cashing in on puberty and low self-esteem
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And girls' desperate need to feel loved
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America says we love a chorus
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But don't get complicated and bore us
Though meaning might be missin'
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We need to know the words after just one listen so
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Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff
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Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff
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Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff
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Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, yeah
Repeat it Repeat it 'til the day you die
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I'm in magazines full of model teens so far above you
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So read them and hate yourself and pay me to tell you I love you
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And your parents will always come along because their little girl is in love
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And how could love be wro-o-ong How could love be wro-o-ong
When you
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Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff
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Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff
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Repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, repeat stuff, yeah
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We know it's not right we know it's not funny
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But we'll stop beating this dead horse when it stops spitting out money
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But until then we will repeat stuff
Bob Esponja
Bob Evans
Bob Forrest
Bob Geldof
Bob Hurd
Bobby Caldwell
Bobby Capó (...)
Bobby Darin
Bobby Day
Bobby Fuller Fou (...)