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Hey Ya

Panic At The Disco

One, two, three!
My baby don't mess around
'Cause she loves me so
This I know fo sho!
But does she really wanna
But can't stand to see me walk out tha door

Don't try to fight the feeling

Because the thought alone is killin' me right now

Thank God for Mom and Dad

For sticking to together

Like we don't know how



Hey ya! Hey ya!

Hey ya! Hey ya!

Hey ya! Hey ya!

Hey ya! Hey ya!



You think you've got it, oh, you think you've got it

But "got it" just don't get it 'til there's nothing at all

We've been together, oh, we've been together

But separate'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, what makes, what makes love the exception?

So why oh, why oh, why oh, why oh, why oh

Are we so in denial when we know we're not happy here?

Y'all don't want to hear me, you just want to dance



Hey ya!

Don't want to meet your daddy (oh ohh)

Just want you in my caddy (oh ohh)

Hey ya! (oh, oh!) Hey ya! (oh, oh!)

Don't want to meet your momma

Just want to make you cum-a (oh, oh!)

I'm (oh, oh) I'm (oh, oh) I'm just being honest! (oh, oh)

I'm just being honest!



Ah! Here we go now

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

Shake it like a Polaroid picture! Hey ya!



Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it

Shake it like a Polaroid



Hey ya!(oh, oh) Hey ya!(oh, oh)

Hey ya!(oh, oh) Hey ya!(oh, oh)

Hey ya!(oh, oh) Hey ya!(oh, oh)

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