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| I Love You too, (and Weezer, and Radiohead...) When I look in his eyes and say, "I love you" He'll automatically say, "I love U2." Then I'll get upset, because it's the band; it's not me He's obsessed with the Edge, fanatically He'll say, "I love you too, and Weezer and Radiohead!" I thought perhaps it was me, but I was mislead He'll turn up the radio when I try to talk to him He gets so irritable when the volume's dim He'd sooner make fake cds than go on a date And the times he calls, he's always late I know there are other bands, which he also adores He spends more time downloading than doing his chores He's got a Napster sweatshirt, a prized possession But he buys real cds of bands of his obsession He'll say, "I love you too, and Weezer and Radiohead!" I thought perhaps it was me, but I was mislead He'll tell me I'm beautiful, but ignore me when there's music When I almost didn't buy him Maladroit, he called me a dick When I think he'll buy me dinner, he gets a cd He won't get any better, but he says he loves me He'll say, "I love you too, and Weezer and Radiohead!" I thought perhaps it was me, but I was mislead |
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