Lyrics Stupid Little Love Song - Fefe Dobson

Stupid Little Love Song

It’s just a stupid little love song
It’s just a stupid little
It’s just a stupid little love song
Here we go
Put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up
Granddad fought in World War II
Your cousin landed on the moon
Your mother is a diplomat, Senator of Connecticut
Your sister’s got a 4.0
Your father’s got his own talk show
Your brother aced the science test
He found the cure for morning breath
I came here by taxi, you came by limousine
And all I have to offer you is this
Just a stupid little love song
(Three chords and a microphone)
Just a stupid little love song
(Hip-hop and rock-n-roll)
So sit right down, I’ll sing this song to you
Put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up
You’re captain of the football team
A cheerleader’s recurring dream
You’re on the road to Harvard law
I’m on the bus to Arkansas
I stand in your doorway
Your world looks so enchanting
And all I have to offer you is this
Just a stupid little love song
(Three chords and a microphone)
Just a stupid little love song
(Hip-hop and rock-n-roll)
So sit right down, I’ll sing this song to you
Put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up
And the moon comes in the window like a spotlight
(Listen up, 'cause this is real)
I sit you down and I begin to gently rock the mic
('Cause I’m trying to tell you what I feel, feel)
And we’re truly approaching a moment
And then you lean over and say
«What's my name, what’s my name, what’s my name?»
Oh, come on
Here we go
Hi, is Brett home?
Well, will you tell him I came by?
I stand in your driveway
Your world looks so far away
And all I have to offer you is this
Just a stupid little love song
(Three chords and a microphone)
Just a stupid little love song
Hip-hop and rock-n-roll
So sit right down, I’ll sing this song to you
Put 'em up, put 'em up
Just a stupid little love song
So sit right down, I’ll sing this song to you