Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Love Is…, artist - Bo Burnham. Date of issue: 09.09.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Love Is… |
| Uhm, so this next song is about love, appropriately |
| I love you like kings love queens |
| Like a gay geneticist loves designer genes |
| I need you like New Orleans needs a drought |
| Like Hitler’s father needed to learn to pull out |
| And I want you, yeah |
| Like a lawyer-slash-mathematician wants some kind of proof |
| And I want you, yeah |
| Like JFK wanted |
| A car with a roof |
| Because love is taking that dive |
| Then getting really comfortable and peeing in the pool |
| And love is a real-life porn |
| Minus all the stuff that makes porn 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 they’re all filled with |
| chocolate and |
| Even though he’s heart broken, he can’t complain cause he was hungry in the |
| first place |
| Because I love you like |
| Dora loves maps |
| Like the Pope’s toilet loves holy craps. |
| (Just's a little one.) |
| I need you like a voyeur needs a branch |
| Like boys tossing salad need a little bit of Neverland Ranch |
| And I want you, yeah |
| Like all the gothic kids that look exactly the same never want to conform |
| And I want you like Anne Frank wanted |
| Nobody to read her fucking diary |
| Cause a diary is a collection of secret things that no one’s supposed to read, |
| that’s the whole point of a diary. |
| Millions of people that breached this |
| little girl’s privacy after she was chased by Nazis; |
| kick her while she’s down |
| And if we met in 10,000 BC |
| I was your caveman, you’s my cavelady |
| If we got hot, we’d start rubbing |
| If we got hungry, we’d go clubbing |
| There’s woolly mammoths, but I will protect us |
| You’re making me devolve to a homo erectus, |
| mothafucker |
| 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 missus |
| I 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 Nazi, you’s a Gypsy on the run (That's a little redundant) |
| That… probably wouldn’t have worked out |
| Because… |
| Love is your favorite food for every breakfast, lunch, and dinner |
| And love is the Holocaust, 'cept 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, who’s gonna buy your whistles? |
| Yeah, love is all about… |
| Whistles. |
| Thank you |
| Uh, that one was a bit vulgar, but uh, you know, dicks and vaginas are sorta |
| like Coke and Pepsi, you know? |
| Ah, I strongly prefer one, but my dad thinks |
| they taste the same |