Will Young - Hey Ya Lyrics
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Hey Ya
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What Are The Lyrics For Hey Ya By Will Young?
No, mm
My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know for sure Oh but does she really wanna But can't stand to see me walk out the door Don't try to fight the feeling 'Cause the thought alone Is killing me right now Thank God for Mom and Dad For sticking through together 'Cause we don't know how Yeah Hey ya ( we don't no how) hey ya (hey ya) Hey ya (mm hm), 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 be together Oh, we've been together But separate's always better When there's feelings involved If what they say is nothing Nothing forever, Then why you, why you, why you here together No no no Hey ya (why you here), hey ya (why you here) Hey ya (I don't no why) hey ya, hey ya Hey ya (hey ya) hey ya (hey ya) Hey ya, hey ya Just 'cause there's nothin' to prove (nothing lasts forever) No no yeah yeah (nothing nothing at all) Do do do do do no (Nothing nothing at all) Hey ya, hey ya Hey ya (hey ya) hey ya Hey ya (I don't I don't know why) hey ya Hey ya (nothin' lasts forever) hey ya (Nothin' lasts forever) Hey ya (nothin' lasts forever) hey ya Hey ya, hey ya Hey ya, hey ya My baby don't mess around Because she loves me so And this I know for sure Oh but does she really wanna But can't stand to see me walk out the door Don't try to fight the feeling 'Cause the thought alone Is killing me right now Thank God for Mom and Dad For sticking through together 'Cause we don't know how |
Who Wrote Hey Ya By Will Young?
Andre Benjamin
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