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bo burnham - love is (live) lyrics

um, so this next song is about love, appropriately

[verse 1: bo burnham]
i love you like kings love queens
like a g-y geneticist loves designer jeans
i need you like new orleans needs a drought
like hitler’s father needed to learn to pull out
and i want you, yea, like a lawyer/mathematician wants some kind of proof
and i want you, yea, like jfk wanted a car with a roof
cause love is takin’ a dive
then gettin’ really comfortable and peein’ in the pool
and love is real life p-rn minus all the stuff that makes p-rn cool

and love is a homeless guy searching for treasure
in the middle of the rain and finding a bag of gold coins
and slowly finding out that they’re all filled with chocolate
and even though he’s heartbroken, he can’t complain cause he was hungry in the first place

i love you like dora loves maps like the pope’s toilet loves holy cr-ps
i need you like a voyeur needs a branch
like boys tossing salad needs a little bit of neverland ranch
and i want you like all the gothic kids
that look exactly the same never want to conform

and i want you like anne frank wanted
n0body to read her f-cking diary
cause a diary’s a collection of secret things
that no one is suppose to read thats the whole point of a diary
millions of people have breached this little girls privacy
after she was chased by n-z-s kick her while she’s down

and if we met in 10000 bc i was your caveman youz my cavelady
if we got hot we’d start rubbing
if we got hungry we’d go clubbing
theres wooly mammoths but i will protect us
you’re making me devolve to a h0m- erectus. oh

and if we met in 1780
i was a white southern aristocratic plantation owner
and you were my dark-skinned servant lady
slave, whenever i could get away from the misses
i’d go to your shed and then i’d steal you kisses
but let’s be serious i’d still work you full time as a slave
there’s a difference between romantic language
and a complete disregard for socio-economic trends

and if we met in 1941
i was a n-z- youz a gypsy on the run
that’s a little redundant
that, probably wouldn’t’ve worked out

because love is your favorite food for every breakfest, lunch and dinner
and love is the holocaust if you don’t die quick and you don’t get thinner
and love is being the owner of the company that makes rape whistles
and even though you started the company with good intentions trying to reduce the rate of rape
now you don’t want to reduce it at all cause if the rape rate declines
you’ll see an equal decline in whistle sales
without rapists whos gonna buy your whistles
whose gonna buy your whistles
love is all about whistles
thank you

uh, that one was a bit vulgar, but uh, y’know
d-cks and v-g-n-s are kinda like c0ke and pepsi
uh, i strongly prefer one but my dad thinks they taste the same

- bo burnham lyrics

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