Hey Ya Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox (Ft. Sara Niemietz)

One, two, three, uh

My baby don't mess around me
'Cause she loves me so
And this I know for sure (uh)
But does she really wanna
But can't stand to see me walk out the door?

Don't try to fight the feelin'
'Cause the thought alone
Is killing me right now (uh)
Thank God for mom and dad
For sticking two together
'Cause we don't know how (uh)

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
Till there's nothing at all (uh)

We get together
Oh, we get together
But separate's always better
When there's feelings involved (uh)
If what they say is
Nothing is forever