Stupid
What's that? It's me
Chopping down a cherry tree
Gonna give you the truth, won't tell you no lies
You're the sun and the moon and the apple of my eye
(Sun and the moon and the apple of my eye)
'Cause I'd jump off a mountain, chase a crook
Belly flop into a shallow brook
I'd chop off my fingers and all my toes
Give you eskimo kisses with my little wrinkled nose
Well, you know that it's true
That I'm just stupid for you
What's that? It's me
Coming at you at full speed
My heart, oh, it cries
I gotta have you or I'm gonna die
(I gotta have you or I'm gonna die)
'Cause I'd jump off a mountain, chase a crook
Belly flop into a shallow brook
I'd chop off my fingers and all my toes
Give you eskimo kisses with my little wrinkled nose
Well, you know that it's true
That I'm just stupid for you
The sun, it set
But I don't have you just yet
By the time the morning light shines
You'd best be mine, all mine
(You'd best be mine, all mine)
'Cause I'd jump off a mountain, chase a crook
Belly flop into a shallow brook
I'd chop off my fingers and all my toes
Give you eskimo kisses with my little wrinkled nose
Well, you know that it's true
That I'm just stupid
Stupid
Stupid for you
Chopping down a cherry tree
Gonna give you the truth, won't tell you no lies
You're the sun and the moon and the apple of my eye
(Sun and the moon and the apple of my eye)
'Cause I'd jump off a mountain, chase a crook
Belly flop into a shallow brook
I'd chop off my fingers and all my toes
Give you eskimo kisses with my little wrinkled nose
Well, you know that it's true
That I'm just stupid for you
What's that? It's me
Coming at you at full speed
My heart, oh, it cries
I gotta have you or I'm gonna die
(I gotta have you or I'm gonna die)
'Cause I'd jump off a mountain, chase a crook
Belly flop into a shallow brook
I'd chop off my fingers and all my toes
Give you eskimo kisses with my little wrinkled nose
Well, you know that it's true
That I'm just stupid for you
The sun, it set
But I don't have you just yet
By the time the morning light shines
You'd best be mine, all mine
(You'd best be mine, all mine)
'Cause I'd jump off a mountain, chase a crook
Belly flop into a shallow brook
I'd chop off my fingers and all my toes
Give you eskimo kisses with my little wrinkled nose
Well, you know that it's true
That I'm just stupid
Stupid
Stupid for you
Credits
Writer(s): Richard Leslie Russell, Damon Albarn, Bobby Womack, Harold Timothy Payne
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