Love Cliché Lyrics by Bran Van 3000

Love Cliché Lyrics

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    You see i met her on a monday
    And her name was chill
    From the what-the-hell family's
    Relation to free will
    Yeah she circled my circumference
    Said she had some time to kill
    Been combing the beach for a beautiful freak
    And i just might fit the bill
    She said:

    Ooh, i think i'm liking you
    Ooh, do you feel the same way too?
    I said, ooh, i think i do
    I said, ooh, i think you're cute
    I said, ooh, merci beaucoup
    I said, ooh ooh
    And maybe i'm calling you baby
    And i might just say you're my love cliche

    You're my love cliche
    You're my love cliche
    You're my love cliche
    And i like it that way

    You're my love cliche
    You're my love cliche
    You're my love cliche
    And i like it that way

    So we fell in love that summer
    Underneath the star wars sign
    Drinking cases of each other
    And guitar and april wine
    And we lay down in the alley
    As the sunlight hit the pine
    And talked of all things great
    Like the rose of gertrude stein
    And we fell in love that summer
    But it lasted eighteen weeks
    Used to kiss her on the hummer
    Now i kiss her on the cheek
    And i vividly remember
    In a moment of recline
    When she whispered in my ear
    "i think i like both kinds"

    She said, ooh, i think i do
    I said, ooh, i think you're cute
    She said, ooh, merci beaucoup
    I said, ooh ooh
    And maybe i'm chasing amy
    And i might just say you're my love cliche

    You're my love cliche
    You're my love cliche
    You're my love cliche
    And i like it that way

    You're my love cliche
    You're my love cliche
    You're my love cliche
    And i like it that way

    I'm feeling love
    I'm feeling love
    I'm feeling love
    I'm feeling love

    I'm feeling love
    I'm feeling love
    I'm feeling love
    I'm feeling love

    So why don't you tell me what's great?

    When the puck hits the net
    At the stanley cup game
    And miles hits the notes
    When he sketches out of spain
    And the wedding gets you high
    From the perfect catering
    And love makes you lie
    Even though you bought the ring
    And you screw with your spine
    And the minor chord change
    And the more things change
    The more they stay the same
    But i'm looking for your kind
    Yeah i'll drive through the driving rain
    'cause what was so wrong
    From the very beginning
    That we would have to change

    You're my love cliche
    You're my love cliche
    You're my love cliche
    And i like it that way

    You're my love cliche
    You're my love cliche
    You're my love cliche
    And i like it that way

    And maybe i'm calling you baby,
    And i might just say you're my love cliche

    I'm in love
    I'm in love
    I'm in love

    I'm in love
    I'm in love
    I'm in love

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