| My baby don’t mess around
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| Because she loves me so and this I know for sure
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| But does she really want it
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| But can’t stand to see me walk out the door?
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| Don’t try to fight the feeling
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| 'Cause the thought alone is killing me right now
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| And thank God for Mom and Dad
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| For sticking two together 'cause we don’t know how
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| Hey ya, hey ya
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| Hey ya, hey ya
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| You think you got it, oh, you think you got it
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| But «got it» just don’t get it when there’s nothing at all
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| We get together, oh, we get together
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| But separate’s always better when’s there’s feelings involved
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| If what they say is «nothing is forever»
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| Then what makes, then what makes
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| Then what makes love the exception?
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| And why-o, why-o, why-o, why-o, why-o, why-o
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| Are we so in denial when we know we’re not happy here? |
| Yeah
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| But hey ya, hey ya
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| Hey ya, hey ya
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| Hey ya, hey ya
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| Hey ya, hey ya |