| My baby don’t mess around
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| Because she loves me so
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| And this I know for sure
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| Uh, But does she really wanna
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| But can’t stand to see me
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| Walk out the door
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| Don’t try to fight the feelin'
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| 'Cause the thought alone is killing me right now.
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| Thank god for mom and dad
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| For sticking two together
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| 'Cause we don’t know how…
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| UH!
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| Hey… ya
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| Hey ya
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| Hey… ya
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| Hey ya
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| You think you’ve got it
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| Oh, you think you’ve got it
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| But got it just don’t get it
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| 'Til there’s nothing at all
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| We get together
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| Oh, we get together
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| But separate’s always better when 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, then what makes
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| Then what makes, what makes, what makes love the exception
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| So why you, why you
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| Why you, why you, why you are we so in denial
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| When we know we’re not happy here…
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| Hey… ya
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| Hey ya
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| Hey… ya
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| Hey ya
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| Hey… ya
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| Hey ya
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| Hey… ya
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| Hey ya
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| My baby don’t mess around
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| Because she loves me so
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| And this I know for sure |