My baby don’t mess around
Because she loves me so
And this I know for sure…
But does she really wanna
But can’t stand to see me
Walk out the door…
Can’t stand to fight the feelin’
Because the thought alone is killing me right now…
Thank god for mom and dad
For sticking two together
‘Cause we don’t know how…
Hey… Ya…
Hey Ya…
You think you’ve got it
Ohh, you think you’ve got it
But got it just don’t get it
Till’ there’s nothing at all.
We get together
Oh, we get together
But seperate’s always better when there’s feelings involved
If what they say is “Nothing is forever”
Then what makes, Then what makes, Then what makes
Then what makes, then what makes, Love the exception
So why you, why you
Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial
When we know we’re not happy here
Hey… Ya…
Hey Ya…
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