Title: Creeps Me Out
Artist: Ima Robot
Composer(s): Alex Ebert, Filip Nikolic, Justin Meldal-Johnsen, Tim Anderson, Scott Devours, Billy Mann
Lyric:
14 people in the club
Ima Robot with no love?
Backstage she came rollin' up
She said, "Do anything and I love ya"
Well, there must be a mistake, girl, you're way too hot
You could make a million dollars with the face you got
Don't you know my last number was a flop?
She said, "Do anything and I love ya"
Well, I don't do love letters
I'm no good with flowers
If I forget your birthday
Will you still love me?
What are the odds of
One true love?
You say, "High"
But I have my doubts
What are the odds of
Me letting you down?
Please don't cry, it's just your love
It creeps me out
Now she can't stop from lovin' me
Makin' me food, touchin' me
I told her, "I ain't got money on me"
She said, "Do anything and I love ya"
Yeah, I know your mom makes fun of me
And you caught your best friend under me
I guess this means you're done with me
She said, "Do anything and I love ya"
Well, I go out all hours
You get strange phone calls
I'm so A.D.D. with you
But you still love me
What are the odds of
One true love?
You say, "High"
But I have my doubts
What are the odds of
Me letting you down?
Please don't cry, it's just your love
It creeps me out
You're creeping me out
She don't screw my friends
And she cleans up my house
All of this love, girl, is creeping me out
She don't screw my friends
And she cleans up my house
All of this love, girl, is creeping me out
What are the odds of
One true love?
You say, "High"
But I have my doubts
What are the odds of
Me letting you down?
Please don't cry, it's just your love
It creeps me out
You're creeping me out
You're creeping me out
Girl, you're creeping me out
Girl, you creep me out
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