Love Cliché Lyrics - Bran Van 3000

Ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba 

Ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba 

Ba ba ba ba, ba ba ba ba 

Ba ba ba 

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