It's got a really stupid, idiotic lyric.
That even the suits at the record label will get.
The chords are from a thing I downloaded on iTunes.
The site that's gonna put them outta business soon.

The video will feature me half naked in bed.
Rolling around, pouting my lips, and tossing my head.
And if they're not quite happy with my boobs and my hips
No worries, they'll just digitally alter it.

You say you want it, well now you got it.
You say you want it, check it out.

CHORUS:

This is an up tempo pop song.
Exactly three minutes long.
It sounds just like a million other songs you heard.
Without a single original note or word.

This is your up tempo pop hit.
I really hope that you like it.
I kept it positive, threw in some sexual stuff.
And of course, it's all about love.
Love, love, love.
Love, love, love.

There's gonna be some hot guys dancin' round while I sing.
To keep the real, give it an urban thing.
But it's still gonna rock, 'cause on the A&R scene?
That's all they wanna hear, since Avril Lavigne.

No big deal if there's a bunch of notes I can't hit.
Break out the autotune, computerize it.
Who cares if I can't sing, I'll just lip-sync on tour.
Oh please, she can't believe that's me sing live anymore.

You say you want it, well now you got it.
You say you want it, check it out.

CHORUS

Now here's the bridge.
Yeah, here it is.
That same old song.
Now sing a long.

La la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la

Sounds just like a million other songs you've heard.
Without a single original note or word.
This is your up tempo pop hit.
I really hope that you like it--