He’s the boyfriend,
The one they tell stories of,
In picture books.
They call by charming,
And they’d be correct,
Don’t even get her started,
On the way he looks.
There’s something so stupid, bout falling in love,
You never see it coming, but you waited up,
Spending all your time just dreaming of,
What it would be like in your stupid love.
She’s the girlfriend,
The one they tell stories of,
In the locker room.
She’s got it to an art form,
The thing’s she does with her eyes.
Perfection has a price,
No, it can’t be nice,
To realize there’s more stupid than love.
They do what they can, though,
Live and let die,
Cause, you’re really the one I’m writing up.
There’s something so stupid, bout falling in love,
You never see it coming, but you waited up,
Spending all your time just dreaming of,
What it would be like in your stupid love.
I’m perfectly comfortable, in your stupid love.
In your stupid love, we’re in stupid love,
In your stupid love, never saw it coming.
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